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This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY,
and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an
adult, or reading sex stories upset you, do not read any further.
I am NOT the author. I don't have the talent to write these
stories.
I can only be ... "TheEditor".
The Dog's Girl
Prologue
"Brace yourself!" he whispered. "He's going to fuck you!"
Betty felt the furry forelegs slide over her hips, then the
warm moist point of the dog's prick struck her between cunt and
asshole and slid up to wedge itself in the tight wrinkles of her
asshole.
She raised her ass abruptly, and the prick slid downward as
the animal hunched forward. The tip slithered into the sloppy
petals of her hairy cunt, probed around swiftly, then found her
hole and slipped inside.
The beast hunched again, and Betty felt his cock snake into
her cunt. As it fucked into her, she was amazed at the fullness
she felt. She had imagined some sort of slim, rather short prick,
but the cock he was feeding into her cunt must have been a good
match in diameter for a big man.
Now the dog began fucking her in earnest. His hindquarters
tensed and humped into her with hard thrusts, driving his prick
through her slick sheath rapidly. Betty was growing hotter by the
moment, feeling the delicious fullness, the heat of the meat, and
the teasing tickle of his furry foreskin as it rammed against her
cuntlips.
Above her, she could hear the dog panting loudly, with
occasional whining overtones. His saliva drooled from the corner
of his mouth and dripped from his tongue.
Betty steadied herself on her hands and knees, and moaned
steadily as the beast fucked her with his short little fucks that
seemed to stir her every passion.
"Fuck it, doggie!" she whimpered. Her ass was wiggling a
little as she sought to work off some of her powerful tensions;
they were building up in her so swiftly that she was about to go
crazy with the potency of the thrilling sensations. "Oh, give me
... some more spurts ... of that come!"
The dog moved his meat in her sloppy snatch at his own pace,
and Betty was almost sobbing when he loosed a second load. It hit
the end of her cunt like hot lead, and she wailed as the sensation
started her on an orgasmic trip.
The rigid dog-prick continued its tight stroking as her walls
convulsed around it; her wrists, elbows and knees felt as weak as
water while her body jerked out its orgasmic reactions, but she
dared not lose the support of any of them!
The animal's panting and whining were very pronounced now,
and his slaverings drooled down onto Betty's back steadily as he
fucked desperately to get out his last shots.
"Oh, that hot beast meat!" Betty whimpered. "It's scorching
my cunt!"
And then the animal growled as he felt his draining load flow
out of him. It shot into Betty's cunt with more potency than
before. Betty cried out as she came again, and her body wobbled
around as if she were a puppet, her torso suspended from a string
while her rubbery arms and legs merely hung down from the swinging
body.
The beast whined as he backed off from her, his knot slowly
diminishing in size, but still too swollen to pull free from her
cunt-flesh---itself swollen with the engorged blood of her sex
flush.
They separated with a wet plop. As the knot came out of her
cunt, it sucked with it a vast excess of fluids, Betty's and the
beast's. The stuff trickled down her thighs as her knees gave out
and she slid down to lie with her belly on the floor.
Betty watched as the animal sat down and licked his cock.
The unsheathed meat was a bright, fiery red now. She thought it
must certainly be inflamed. But after a while, he got up and
sniffed the air, then he whined and wagged his tail as he moved up
to nuzzle the hairs around her dripping snatch.
He slithered his tongue into Betty's cunt, lapping loudly at
the juices gathered there, probing her hole with the tip of his
tongue. Betty felt tingling electric thrills spreading out
through her belly and cunt.
"Ooh-h-h! Nice doggie!" she moaned. "Lick Betty's soupy
cunt all you want!"
And he did lick at her cunt for quite a while.
Suddenly Betty was aware of all the other men in the room,
the men who had abducted her, the rapists who had filled every
hole in her body with their cocks and tongues. And now they were
watching her as she fucked their watchdog.
Quickly they tied Betty to the bed again. They laughed at
her as she tried to struggle against the bonds. And then they
left the room, and she was alone with her thoughts:
My god, how did it all start? What's happening to me? Betty
shuddered as she recalled the nightmarish days that she had spent
tied to the bed, forced to fuck every member of the gang. What's
going to happen to me? And then she could feel fatigue
overwhelming her senses, and she began to dream of how her
nightmare had first started.
Chapter 1
Betty Brady woke up naked and spread-eagled to the bed. She
could still smell the chloroform about her face. Her five
abductors had forced a cloth into her face before she passed out.
She remembered now: she had been out on the trail of the Joey
Frank gang, trying to tail them to their hideout, but they found
her before she found them.
Her ankles and wrists were tied securely. She struggled, to
try to get free, but they had done a very good job of securing her
with nylon cords to the bed, and she only hurt herself when she
struggled.
Betty had remembered hearing their words before they left.
As a rookie cop she had been trained to observe everything that
went on around her. She gathered by what they said that they had
all left to arrange an exchange; Betty for Mack, a captured member
of the gang.
She tried to recall all of the training she'd had in cadet
school, to see if any of it would help her out of this
predicament, but all she remembered was the police chief telling
her that women were not cut out for police work, that it was not
their place. "Get married and have kids!" the chief had told her
emphatically.
Betty pulled hard at the cords again, angry at remembering
his words, but the only thing that happened was that her round,
pert tits jiggled wildly. She stopped pulling and looked down to
watch her bouncing tits. Maybe being a woman doesn't help much in
police work, she thought. Maybe I should have been a housewife.
But she knew that police work was all that she'd ever thought
about since getting out of high school.
She was becoming more conscious of being seized by a cold
sort of fear. It started at the small of her back and crawled up
her spine. Slowly she began to realize that it was not fear of
dying at the hands of these depraved criminals, but fear of being
raped by them.
Betty had been proud of keeping her virginity, even after
growing up in the roughest part of Boston. She had been lucky to
get into cadet school, but her scores on the tests had been so
high that they couldn't afford to not take her, even though the
chief didn't like women on the force.
That was where she had met Buddy Thane. He was a cadet too,
strong, and emanating a virility that one could almost touch.
Betty tried hard to not get caught by his sexy voice and his
handsomeness, but she hadn't been successful. Now that she was
tied and bound by the ruffians she thought back to that time with
Buddy, and the gentle tone he had taken with her. She hadn't
liked it at the time, in fact she had refused to have anything to
do with him after that, even though he had made many advances to
her. Betty felt sad and nostalgic.
* * *
"Can I take you home?" asked Buddy, knowing that it was the
last weekend before graduating from cadet school, and that Betty
would like to go home, and that she didn't have a car of her own.
Betty thought about it a while, mulling over the eight weeks
of Buddy's overt advances. She thought that this wasn't like the
rest of the times at all. "All right!" she said. "But I want to
go right home. Do you know where I live?"
"No, but you can show me," he smiled.
Betty was surprised at how charming Buddy was as they drove
along. He didn't even resort to his sexual jokes and puns in
order to make her laugh. She was really charmed, but didn't know
just how much. Even when he suggested that they stop at his place
for a nightcap, she didn't mind.
When she was inside and Buddy was pouring her a drink, she
suddenly realized where she was and what she was doing.
"Here's your Scotch," he said.
Betty was more apprehensive than ever now, Buddy was being so
cool and debonair. She felt a twinge in her belly and thought
that she was getting sick, but it was really the seed of passion
itching at her cunt.
She drank the Scotch down in two gulps. "Can we go now?" she
asked, showing a little fear in her quivering voice.
"Let me finish mine first," said Buddy. "I'm not quite the
drinker you are."
Betty realized that it was going to her head now, because she
was not a drinker, this being the first drink she'd had in over a
month. Boldly she asked for another one, holding out her empty
glass shakily.
"Are you sure?" asked Buddy, smiling at her with a twist to
his handsome mouths
"Ya, of course!" she said emphatically, trying to hide her
uneasiness under a forceful gaze.
He brought back the drink and she gulped it again, not being
able to finish it this time in two gulps. Her head was really
spinning now and she was beginning to feel hot.
"Can I take off my jacket?" she asked, not realizing what she
was doing.
"Sure!" said Buddy, moving closer to her on the overstuffed
sofa.
He put his arm around her and she looked over at him with a
silly grin. She had lost all of her fear of him with a little bit
of Scotch, and she didn't even flinch when he put his arm about
her shoulder.
Betty looked down at her drab blue cadet uniform and realized
that her voluptuous body showed through the plain cut of the skirt
and the bagginess of the light-blue blouse. She was momentarily
ashamed, but as the alcohol began to work at her even more she
passed into a calm where she didn't care what happened to her.
And that feeling in her pussy was becoming more pleasurable the
harder Buddy pulled her to him. She turned around and smiled at
him.
She had always tried to diminish her sexuality; she realized
that she had to, or thought that she had to, to compete in a man's
world. Her efforts were paying off too---she was becoming a cop
in a week. But her efforts hadn't been entirely successful---she
was always being propositioned by other cadets, and some trainers.
Buddy had been the most persistent, and his efforts seemed to be
paying off. As he slipped his hand into her blouse, she didn't
balk.
Betty felt the warmth of his strong hand cup her breast. She
didn't immediately realize that he was feeling her up; she just
concentrated on the wonderful warm feeling it brought. Then, as
he squeezed her bra-covered nipple between the vise of his
forefinger and thumb, she sobered up.
"What are you doing?" she demanded, leaning over and
breathing her Scotch at him.
"Feeling you up," he said straightly.
"Really?" asked Betty, looking down and laughing as she saw
his hand move about in her blouse.
Her mind raced through all of the self-defense that she'd
been taught, but it didn't seem appropriate here. The warmth was
really too good to stop it. She sat back and took another sip
from her half-empty glass as Buddy started to breathe heavily on
her silky neck. She tilted her head to give him more neck, not
realizing what she was doing because it was such a nice feeling.
Then, as the soft skin of her throat was pulled into Buddy's
passionate mouth, she knew what was happening. He's seducing me,
she thought. The Scotch had had a great effect on her, and she
couldn't activate her arms to push him away.
Buddy could see that she was becoming very drunk, and he was
going to take advantage of it. He let go of her nipple with his
left hand and slipped his hand up to her top button. His fingers
worked quickly, unhindered by alcohol, for he had only sipped at
his drink, knowing what it would do to him.
His fingers worked nimbly as the buttons flew open to his
touch.
Betty was amazed, and she watched as her tits came into view,
marveling at her own breasts.
She felt like she was in a dream, enacting some perverse
fantasy that was buried deep inside of her. She smiled at Buddy,
thinking that this couldn't possibly be real. But as her mind
began to work against the effects of the Scotch and she began to
realize that this really was real, she became confused, not
understanding how she had gotten herself into a situation like
this.
Buddy pulled open the blouse, revealing the firm globes of
bra-covered flesh. He let out a long, low sigh and then reached
around behind the young cadet cop, unfastening her C<ups with one
easy motion.
As her breasts were released and she could see them jiggling,
she started fighting, this being the first time she had ever
allowed herself to be seen even partially naked by any man. She
pushed at
Buddy's strong arms, trying to get him away from her. But he
had had the same training that she'd had, and he was quite a bit
stronger. He just sat there, holding her, waiting for her to wear
herself out and quit thrashing about like a wild animal.
Betty realized that all she was accomplishing by fighting the
powerful cadet was making her tits bounce around. She could see
the ripples of fatty tit-flesh shake. More embarrassed than ever,
she tried even harder to get free, but the way Buddy was holding
her made it seem like she was working against herself.
Suddenly she realized that the itch in her cunt that was
making her fight so vigorously was passion. Even though it had
been there before, gnawing at her composure, she had refused to
recognize it as such. She realized that she was expending her
sexual energies on fighting Buddy, and it was only serving to
excite him.
Betty relaxed momentarily, and to her surprise Buddy let go
of her arms.
"I'm not trying to hurt you," he said. "I was only trying to
keep you from hurting yourself."
Betty wondered at his words. She was still drunk and
confused. When no words came to her for reply, she slumped her
tired body up against his arm. She didn't know it, but he was an
experienced seducer, and this was exactly what he wanted.
Buddy put his arm back around her shoulder and slipped his
left hand back to her breast. This time she thought nothing of
it, having given herself over to his protective ministrations and
kind gestures.
He let his hand push the fleshy globe up her chest, then
allowed it to fall back into its firm roundness. Betty could feel
her pink nipple tighten, and as she looked down, she could see
that it had turned the color of a strawberry; she was amazed that
it felt like the texture of a strawberry also. She had never seen
it like that before. She had refused to masturbate, just as she
had refused to lose her virginity, and she had never been sexually
excited like she was right now.
She was sitting straight, and she was frightened, and her tit
was being massaged by a strong man. She was really sobering up
now, but she didn't want to start fighting him again. She would
seem like a fool after he had been so kind to her. So she sat
there and let her body be taken away by passion.
Everything in the room became clear as she tried to relax.
She saw that Buddy had been careful in making it a romantic
atmosphere; he had candles burning that flickered hypnotically,
and low soft music playing in the distant background. It suddenly
flashed through her that she wouldn't mind being fucked for the
first time in a room like this. She even wished that every time
she got fucked it would be in a soft, romantic atmosphere like
this.
For the first time in her life she felt her clitoris becoming
hard, the passion gnawing at it like a little flame. It made her
forget what she had been thinking about before she began
concentrating on the intensity of the feeling.
Buddy moved the bulk of his powerful body around in front of
her so that he could place a kiss on Betty's tightened lips. She
was still frightened, and she knew that Buddy could see it in her
face. But he was the perfect gentleman not forcing, not pushing,
just easing his body over hers, swallowing her fear with his
gentleness.
As his mouth met hers and as his tongue flicked at the
opening of her lips, she parted them, feeling the hot muscle ease
its way to her teeth. It made her pretty head swirl with passion
as the tongue pried her teeth open and began digging its way to
the back of her mouth. As the turgid muscle darted around inside
the cavern of her mouth, she imagined that his cock would soon be
doing the same thing inside of her virginal cunt. She panicked a
bit, and fought reluctantly to get away---the booze and the
passion were working on her, telling her to let herself be fucked,
telling her that it would be good.
His hand released her breast and moved down the corrugation
of her ribs toward her belly. His fingers squeezed the resilient
skin lightly, allowing it to bounce back each time it was pressed.
Betty felt goose-bumps rise, and his hands felt hot.
Then his hand ventured down to the waistband of her skirt,
his fingers lightly caressing the skin as he went. When he
reached the band of cloth, Betty sucked in her breath, the
roundness of her belly going flat. As soon as she did this,
Buddy's hand slipped under her skirt, and then into the waistband
of her panties. She felt the fingers dance about and then touch
the top of her pubic hair, tickling it until she had to laugh out
loud, playfully trying to push his hand away.
He persisted, his tongue still digging into her mouth, and
his hand still pushing for her clitoris. She bucked and tossed,
laughing around his tongue as his finger creeped down the top of
her clitoral hood. As soon as her clit was touched, she sat very
still. The heat was so intense that it made her drunk and giddy
again, and she just sat there with her head bobbing back and
forth.
As soon as her head cleared a little, she reached over to
push him away again, but she accidentally reached for his crotch
and pushed his turgid hard-on. She knew what she had touched as
soon as she had done it, but she didn't pull her hand away until
she had felt the length and breadth of his cock.
Buddy balked when she had first touched his prick, but then
he pushed his hips up at her hand, groaning deeply. He sighed
when she let go of his prick, then he dug his hand deeper along
her slit. He brushed over her clitoris, and then backed up,
pulling on her clit and stroking it with his agile fingertips.
Betty buckled under his ministrations, arching her back and
forcing her pubic arch up into his hand. He released her mouth
from his as she thrashed about. But this time she was writhing
not to get away, but because she was becoming so impassioned.
She felt like she were really on fire, now that he was
stroking her clit rhythmically. She could control herself, but
didn't want to. She reached behind her and unsnapped her skirt.
Chapter 2
Buddy's hand slipped uncontrollably down her slit, so that
his fingers almost hit her asshole. He drew them back up,
allowing them to linger at the cuntmouth, exploring the folds of
her cuntlips.
Betty felt new sensations washing her body from head to foot.
She felt unabashed and free as the passion coursed through her
body.
Then Buddy suddenly pulled his hand out of her skirt, and she
felt a void forming in the middle of her belly. She wanted it
back, and she wanted it now. She couldn't help showing it, and
she didn't care if she did. She reached for Buddy's hand to force
it back into her skirt, but he already had his arms under her and
was lifting her up. In desperation she shoved her hand beneath
her skirt, pulled back the clitoral hood, and began rubbing the
little, hot point of pleasure as hard as she could.
"You sure want it now!" laughed Buddy, carrying her toward
the door to his bedroom.
She didn't answer, but just lay limp in his muscular arms,
squeezing her inflamed clitoris between her forefinger and thumb
violently, rolling her head in ecstasy.
Betty felt like she was floating as she was carried into the
bedroom. As she was set on the bed, she pulled her hand out of
her skirt and expected Buddy to put his back in, but he didn't.
He stood over her, staring at her full, voluptuous breasts while
unbuttoning his fly. As the fly fell open to reveal the giant
bulge at his Jockey shorts, Betty gasped and put her hands over
her breasts, as if to protect herself from the large weapon.
"Please take your hands away," Buddy said, moving his hands
up to his shirt.
Betty slowly removed her hands from her mounds of luscious
flesh. Her hands slid down her ribs, her tits jiggling as they
were released.
"I just can't get enough of an eyeful of them," Buddy said as
his eyes refused to move from the globes.
Betty flushed for the first time, being sober enough to know
what was going on. The passion in her was telling her to pull off
her skirt, but as she watched Buddy's shirt fall from his hairy
chest she decided to wait and let him do it.
His light blue shirt fell to the floor behind him, his broad
shoulders looking stronger and more virile when naked.
Betty sighed and watched him reach down and push the slacks
down his waist, allowing them to drop to the floor. Now he stood
with only his bulging Jockey shorts on.
He moved his eyes from Betty's breasts and looked her
straight in the eyes. She wanted to watch his cock emerge when he
pulled his shorts off, but his eyes hypnotized her like the
proverbial snake and bird. She couldn't turn away from his gaze.
After he stood back up from dropping his Jockey shorts, she
finally tore her eyes from his and looked at the engorged cock
pointing at the ceiling. She thought it looked as big around as
her wrist, but she knew that that couldn't be true. She could see
the purple veins standing out along the shaft even in the dim
candle-lit room. The pulsing prick was as hypnotic as his eyes.
She felt calmed by the bobbing of his cock, but she couldn't take
her eyes off of it. Even as he approached and the cock began
bobbing up and down wildly, her eyes still followed its motion.
He placed one knee on the double bed and pulled at Betty's
skirt. Her eyes now shifted to his hands and she watched as her
muff of soft pussy hair was exposed. She would have been
embarrassed, but the light was too romantic, and the passion in
her loins was too intense.
"What a beautiful cunt!" exclaimed Buddy.
Betty had never heard words like that, but she was strangely
not shocked. It seemed totally natural and right.
He pulled the skirt and panties off her ankles and then stood
up, holding them and staring fixedly at the light-brown muff of
her pretty cunt-hair. Betty had dug her hands into the bedspread
in quiet anticipation of something horrible, but nothing happened.
She relaxed her grip and looked back up at Buddy.
He was smiling broadly as his hand went down to his cock and
he squeezed it tightly, making the silky head turn red and puff
out. Betty sighed. She thought that he was hurting himself, but
the reassuring smile was still glued to his face.
The bed bounced slightly and her tits bounced with it. Buddy
put one leg and then the other onto the mattress. Betty's fingers
again dug into the spread as she realized that now she was going
to be fucked. She felt a perverse desire to get it over with.
Buddy gently took her by the knees and spread her legs,
revealing the moist, glistening slit of her cunt. If Betty could
have seen it, she was sure she would have been embarrassed; but
she could only see the muff of soft pussy hair.
Buddy sighed as he climbed between the spread limbs. Betty
watched as his mouth dropped open in awe. She smile to herself
that she could affect a man in that way, though it had never
entered her mind to try it before.
She was strangely happy to be here with Buddy, although she
told herself that it was the alcohol that was making her do it.
Betty knew that he thought she was sober, and that disturbed her a
little. But as soon as the hot glans of his cockhead touched her
moist cuntlips she forgot everything but that stiff prick at her
twat.
"Oh, sweet Jesus!" she moaned, digging her fingers even
deeper into the already bunched up spread.
"Hold still, honey," Buddy warned as he tried to push his
hips forward. He was blocked by Betty's maidenhead, but kept
right on pushing.
Betty didn't know what was happening. She had expected him
to just force that hunk of meat into her cunt and start pumping.
Then she remembered her maidenhead at the same moment Bud did---he
pulled back just as she was about to tell him that she was a
virgin.
"I'm going to have to break your cherry with my fingers,"
said Buddy with a serious smile.
He moved his muscular bulk across her body, planting kisses
on her breasts and stomach. He then ran his mouth down along her
slit, but Betty balked at having her genitals touched by his
mouth. She was more embarrassed for him than herself. She
wondered how anyone could do that, though she had read that many
people preferred it. She stopped wondering as his tongue dipped
into her cuntlips, and her passions soared. She could even feel
the muscles in her twat loosening up for penetration. She knew
now why he was doing it to her.
He pulled his head away and insinuated his finger into her
cunt. Betty tried to squirm onto it, she wanted it so much. She
would have been ashamed of her passion, but it was so strong that
there was no room for regret or hesitation; she just pushed her
hips toward him and moaned loudly.
Betty felt his forefinger slide into the virginal muscles of
her cunt, spreading them as it went. She could feel her cunt
walls separating to make room for the intruding finger.
"Mnnnn!" she moaned.
His finger went deeper until it hit the tough membrane. She
thought that it must be really tough, having stayed in place for
twenty-four years. She wasn't proud that it was there right now,
though an hour ago she would have sworn that her maidenhead would
always be in place. It was a hindrance now because she wanted sex
so bad. She wanted it so bad that she had her head spinning from
the anticipation of it.
Buddy pushed again and again at her hymen, stretching it out
and then letting it bounce back into place. Betty imagined that
she could feel it being stretched to the breaking point more than
once, but it refused to break.
Suddenly he gave an extra powerful plunge and the hymen
broke. It felt like an elastic band had been stretched inside of
her and was suddenly cut, releasing all of the tension in her
body. She didn't understand it as such, but she had just had her
first orgasm.
Buddy pulled his finger out and it was covered with
something, but it was too dark for Betty to see just what. He
moved quickly into the bathroom and came back with clean hands.
Betty decided to not ask what it was; she was afraid of what he
would tell her. He seemed to be anticipating the question, and
when it didn't come, he seemed to be relieved.
He mounted the bed again, moving between Betty's still spread
legs. She held out her arms and took his weight onto her chest,
the hair of his chest bristling against her nipples, making them
stand erect again. She was beginning to really enjoy sex, Buddy
was so strong and gentle at it.
He reached down and placed his cockhead at the entrance to
her pussy. She waited with tensed muscles for the plunge, but he
moved slowly and with care. She had her arms around his back and
pulled on him to tell him to do it rapidly.
"Let's go slow so you won't be hurt," he said. But she ached
to have the thick, pulsing meat buried deep inside of her itching,
moist cunt.
He moved his hips gently, the glans of his cock pulsing at
her cuntlips. Slowly the shaft began to descend into the wet
tunnel, pushing aside the tissues as it went. Betty could feel
that the pussy hair was being drawn in with his dry cock. It felt
like she was going to be turned inside out, but she didn't mind.
The shaft went deeper and deeper as Betty's head began to
spin more and more. I'm being Fucked! she thought as the impact
of the scene finally hit her. She arched herself up to the
driving rod, carrying Buddy a couple of inches off the bed.
"Calm down," he said. "You'll have had plenty of this cock
before we're through."
That sounded more ominous to Betty than she would have liked,
but she soon forgot it as his cock was finally in her to the hilt,
touching her cervix.
"Oh! Jesus H. Christ!" she yelled, unable to contain
herself even a little bit.
"You sure take to this," Buddy said between hoarse breaths,
"especially compared to how long you fought me."
Now that she was really being fucked Betty knew that she was
going to be in for some hard times. But these times right now
were so soft and gentle at Buddy's hands that she fell back into
the feeling of passion and pleasure.
Buddy began withdrawing his mighty cock from the depths of
her virginal cunt. She felt as if he were drawing the life source
from her body, leaving her weak and helpless. She fought against
it, trying to gain back the lost control over her senses, but they
had gone wild. She saw clear colors flashing in the darkened
room, and she heard a buzzing in her ears like the distant drone
of police sirens.
As he pulled back, and his cockhead was the only part of his
prick left in her, he raised his chest off hers and then placed
his hands on her jiggling breasts. She felt his warm hands cup
the full globes of flesh as her nipples tightened into tiny knobs
of tense and impassioned flesh.
He remained like this for a minute, with his back arched in a
bow and his teeth gritted tightly. Then he plunged his hips
quickly at her, driving the moist shaft completely into her
itching twat.
"Oh, yes! Do it!" she screamed, abandoning all pretense of
control as his cock fucked into her.
She suddenly realized that she could be hurt by his
tremendous cock, and she balked as he pulled slowly out again.
But then she remembered how kind Buddy was being to her, and she
relaxed, feeling his cock being shoved in and out of her tender
parts.
His speed picked up and she felt herself melting away, his
driving thrusts filling and then emptying her pussy of his giant
tool.
"OH! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she cried out, knowing that she had
thought that she would never use those words.
"I'll do my best," laughed Buddy, sweat dripping down his
forehead.
Every time he thrust at her, she felt him grip her breasts
harder with his muscular hands. The passion in her was a fire,
burning from her belly to her chest.
She moaned and accepted every pump of his hips gratefully,
feeling the probing cock going deeper into her cunt.
His body had become a jackhammer, ramming her tender body
with rapid, driving blows. By the look in his eyes Betty could
tell that he was truly in ecstasy. She bent her back in order to
take in more of the new and wondrous cock.
"I'm ... I'm going to ... COME!" Buddy yelled as he continued
driving his meat into her.
Betty didn't understand what he meant at first, but as the
hot liquid flowed into her abdomen, she definitely understood.
He then drove his hips for the last time, the glans of his
cockhead finding its way into her womb. She buckled and let out
an animal-like groan, a feeling more intense than anything she had
ever experienced before washing through her pent-up body.
She could feel his cock pulsing fluid into her cunt even
after he had collapsed on top of her. Her cuntlips clamped
sporadically around the buried shaft as if they were trying to
draw it deeper and deeper into her cunt.
She slipped into a sleep. Buddy fell asleep on top of her,
his limp cock shriveling up inside of her spent pussy.
* * *
About two hours later she woke up in a fright, having dreamed
that she had lost her virginity. As soon as she saw Buddy lying
on top of her in his great bulk, she knew it was true. She began
crying and pounding on his sleeping shoulders. He woke up.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"Take me home. Take me home!" she demanded, tears streaming
down her face.
"Why don't you spend the night here?" he asked kindly.
"Because I want to go home!" She was still crying
uncontrollably as he lay on top of her.
Buddy rolled off her, looking puzzled, and he started to pull
on his pants. She jumped up and threw on her clothes too. She
didn't look at him throughout the entire procedure. If she had,
she would have seen that there was only kindness in his eyes.
As he drove her home, he tried to cheer her up, but her mind
was set against it.
After he left, she cried herself to sleep. She kept telling
herself that he had taken advantage of her being drunk and had
raped her.
When she awoke in the morning, she swore that she would never
speak to him again.
Chapter 3
Betty stopped reminiscing and looked down at her tied legs.
She was sorry that she had been so harsh with Buddy. He had tried
to make pleasant advances to her after the scene, but she had
rebuked him as if he were the plague itself.
Her thoughts of Buddy were halted by the sound of a barking
dog. They must have left a watchdog to guard me, she thought.
Just then the door flew open, and Joey led his gang of
criminals into the one-room cabin.
"Well, how's our young cop doing?" Joey asked.
Betty hated his familiar tone, especially in the
circumstances she was in, being tied and bound by him and his
henchmen. It was like he was making fun of her and she couldn't
do anything about it. She had the greatest desire to spit in his
face to show her defiance, but he wasn't close enough, and she
knew that she should keep her cool.
"We talked with your wonderful police chief," he said.
"We're going to be able to exchange you for Mack."
Betty remembered that Mack was the member of their gang that
the police had captured near Harvard Square about a month ago.
"I don't know if the rest of the boys want to trade off
someone as beautiful as you for that clumsy asshole," Joey
continued. "But we have to because he is the only one who knows
where the money is."
"Ya," said the short, dark man with black eyes. "He isn't
half as pretty as you are."
"Oh," Joey said with a facetious smile, "we haven't been
introduced properly, have we? Well, this big spade is Shorty, and
this lime guy with the weasel eyes is our mastermind, Albert. The
dumpy one is Willy, and the guy standing by the door is Fingers.
He can open anything with a lock on it. I'm Joey Frank. I
suppose you've heard of me?" He laughed and the rest of them
laughed with him.
"We have two hours to blow," said Willy. "Why don't we fuck
her real good before we go."
"NO!" Betty yelled.
"I was afraid that you couldn't speak," Joey said. "But now
that we see that your mouth moves, I'm going to stick my cock in
it. But you better not let a drop slip from your mouth, because
these boys can be very irrational."
Betty couldn't help but shake with fear. They really expect
me to eat his sperm, she thought, clamping her lips tight, hoping
that they wouldn't insist on this debasing degradation.
She watched as Joey pulled down his pants and the others
gathered around the head of the bed to be able to watch. The only
one who seemed a little reluctant to join in was Albert, who
finally moved up with the rest of them as Joey's shirt hit the
ground.
Joey climbed onto the bed and Betty felt her arms and legs
pulling at the cords as she bounced. She tried with all her might
to get free, though she knew it wouldn't work with all of them
standing around her.
"Now open that pretty little mouth," Joey coaxed. "And if
you bite my cock, I'm going to slap you silly." He was grinning,
his teeth closed tightly in a devilish smile, and she knew that he
was telling the truth. She opened her lips reluctantly, and Joey
swung his legs over her chest as he mounted her.
She looked at his cock for the first time. She could see the
wrinkled flesh just below the cockhead and knew that he wasn't
fully erect yet. He pulled the skin back and she saw the head go
taut and shiny. She remembered thinking that Buddy had been
brutal with her; but that was nothing compared to what she was in
for now.
"Now swallow it!" Joey demanded.
Betty first swallowed the lump that had risen to her throat,
then she looked around her at all of the leering eyes. She looked
back at the cockhead positioned at her face and saw the lubricant
dripping from the spongy head. She opened her lips a bit more and
Joey moved his hips forward, insinuating the glans into her mouth.
She could taste the spunky liquid on her mouth, and the
flavor made her stomach do a little flip. She closed her eyes and
opened her mouth. The big prick slid in across her teeth and to
the back of her mouth. She felt the pulsing along her tongue as
the cock was buried in her warm mouth.
"Look at dat!" said the big Negro in his colorful bass tones.
"Ya!" said two of the others in unison.
"Now suck on it!" Joey commanded with a sneer.
Betty closed her lips around the throbbing prick and drew in
her breath. She felt the skin along his cock draw into her mouth
and cover the pulsing head. The lubricant tasted even spunkier
now and she would have tried to spit out both the fluid and the
cock if she hadn't remembered Joey's warning. She swallowed
again, drawing his cock to the opening of her throat.
"Mmmnn!" Joey moaned as his cock was pulled taut.
Betty stopped sucking and just held the throbbing meat in her
open jaws.
"Now ... blow it!" Joey gasped.
She puffed up her cheeks and blew a breath of hot air into
the tiny mouth of his cockhead. Joey buckled on top of her,
tossing his head back and groaning loudly.
When she blew, she felt the bottom ridge of Joey's cock
expand like a balloon. The prick felt like it was burning hotter
now, and Betty could feel the increased pulses of the prick
between her lips.
She sucked again as soon as Joey began to calm down a bit,
and as the cock hit the back of her mouth, he buckled again. She
had control now and she liked it. Joey was like a puppet on her
chest, jumping and bouncing as she sucked or blew on his thick
prick.
"Look at her go!" exclaimed Fingers in a low, slow voice.
None of the rest of them spoke, but they all sighed deeply in
agreement.
Betty closed her eyes again because her neck was becoming
sore from the somewhat unnatural position.
Joey, in all of his ecstasy, still seemed to notice. "Untie
her!" he commanded in a loud distraught voice.
Fingers and Willy worked quickly at the cords and her hands
and feet were free in no time. As soon as her hands were free,
she put them under her head for support. Just as she was getting
back her rhythm, Joey pulled his throbbing meat out of her mouth.
She gasped hungrily after the escaping cock.
"Stand on your knees!" he demanded, holding onto his prick
with his large hands.
She pulled herself up shakily, having been tied in that
supine position for over three hours. When she was on her knees,
she wavered slightly and then lunged for his cock. He let go
immediately and she sucked it deep with one breath
She knew why he wanted this now. His cock was no longer
chafing across her bottom teeth, and his prick could go much
deeper into her mouth from this angle.
Betty sucked again and the head of the turgid cock sunk into
the opening of her throat. She gagged and held her breath, not
sure if she were going to suffocate while trying to satisfy Joey's
perverse desires. Then, as panic set in, she quickly realized
that even though her throat was blocked she could still breathe
through her nostrils.
Joey then lay down on his back. Betty followed, holding onto
his prick with her beautiful, sensuous lips. This angle was even
better yet; she forced her face down and the cock went deeper,
throbbing at the tender tissues of her throat.
She was breathing easy now, through her nose, and massaging
the ridge along the bottom of his throbbing cock with the top of
her agile tongue. She scrubbed at the member, and Joey began
contorting on his back, writhing halfway between pleasure and
pain. Betty was a little worried at first, but his animal groans
told her that it was just excitement that made him act that way.
Now the collar of matted hair at the base of Joey's turgid
cock met Betty's lips. It tickled slightly and she began to
laugh. The laughter made her throat muscles contract and expand
around the stiff shaft, pulling more and more of his cock until
her lips were pressed tightly against the pubic arch above Joey's
cock.
The prick started to pulse in rhythm with the laughter, and
Betty realized that if she didn't stop laughing that she would
swallow him whole.
She fought, and the laughter subsided, leaving tears in her
eyes Tom the excitement of it. Her cunt was beginning to itch,
and she knew what that meant. The little fire in her belly that
accompanied her itch sprung up and she knew that, even against her
will, passion had been ignited in her by blowing Joey.
Joey put his hands up and clasped them around Betty's ears,
and he began pulling her head back and forth on the length of his
mighty cock. She could feel the member drive in and out of her
throat, the spongy glans sliding across and exciting the tender
tissues of her young throat.
She heard someone speaking in the background about her, and
she realized by the drawl that it must be Shorty. He was saying
something about her cunt, but she was too busy to concentrate on
just what was being said. Then she suddenly realized that her ass
was facing the tall, broad Negro and that her cuntlips were
winking at him. She concentrated for a moment on them, trying to
forget Joey; but the feeling she was getting from blowing the
leader of the gang was too great to resist.
The passion felt like a warm, moist wind blowing through her
young, shapely body, and though she didn't want to, she abandoned
herself to it and was carried away. She sobered a little as
Joey's cock began pulsing more wildly.
Joey had her head held tightly now and was holding it still.
She was waiting for him to start pumping her head again on his
cock; she was beginning to love the feel of his thick rod in her
throat. But she just lay there, shivering on top of the bed, his
body jumping occasionally as if hit by an electric charge.
Just as she decided to move herself, his balls jumped up
against her chin. She was frightened and didn't know what was
happening. She found out as soon as the thick, heady fluid began
to pump into her mouth. Her throat began contracting sporadically
around the member, taking big gulps down the inflamed tunnel.
She remembered his warning not to spill a drop of his sperm,
and she started to swallow wildly.
As Joey was emptying his seed into her, Betty knew that she
was not going to be able to get release herself from the large,
heavy fire burning in her young belly. She wanted it to end so
bad, and bask in the afterglow that she began to hallucinate.
Vivid colors and loud sounds seemed to surround the young novice.
Then she felt a finger probe the folds of her cunt, hunting
for the nubbin of her clit. She was grateful that someone had
taken pity on her.
Suddenly she exploded, gushes of fluid pouring out of her
sopping cunt as the large finger touched the point of the
clitoris. She moved against the hand, still holding her mouth
around the cock that was rapidly becoming limp in her mouth.
She sucked the last drops of liquid from Joey's spent cock as
the last waves of her tumultuous orgasm washed through her tender,
young body.
She fell down across Joey and rolled to one side. She looked
back over her shoulder to see who had helped her. She saw the big
spade smiling down at her. His large finger was probing around in
her vaginal cavity. She was too weak to protest, and besides, it
felt much too good to ruin.
"Now it mah turn!" said Shorty, pushing aside Hilly who was
standing beside him. "Ah'm goin' ta give her a real honeyfuck!"
The others laughed, though rather forcedly, afraid that the big
Negro would hurt them if they contradicted him.
Betty watched in horror through her post-orgasmic haze as the
tall, black man stood up on the bed and dropped his pants.
Betty's mouth dropped too, as she saw that he was wearing no
underwear, his gigantic coal-black cock sticking uncircumcised
toward the ceiling.
"Ya like it, eh?" Shorty asked facetiously. "Well soon
you'll get a taste of it."
Betty panicked, thinking that he meant her to eat the
throbbing black member. But as he knelt down at her spread legs,
drooling over her gaping cunt, she realized that he was going to
fuck her.
Shorty placed his large hands on her ankles and pulled her
legs apart. Betty was glad that she couldn't see it, because she
knew that it must look more than disgraceful. She closed her eyes
because she was beginning to imagine it, and even the thought of
looking at the open folds of her reddened cuntlips was slightly
repulsive.
With her eyes closed she could feel the large rough fingers
crawling up and down her legs. She wanted to shiver and shake
them off, but they were beginning to feel too good. She didn't
know what to think of herself, taking to sex like this. She began
to think that there would be no end to her depravity if this kept
up. She put out her hands and tried to push him away, but he
didn't move. He laughed at her meek attempt to repel him.
Shorty then put both of his thumbs into her cunt. Betty
squealed and shook her hips, more out of the excruciating pleasure
than out of shame. His thumbs went deeper and deeper, side by
side, into the rosy hole. Betty felt her tissues being expanded
like they had never been expanded before. She wondered why he
would want to stretch her cunt so much, but then she remembered
the awful size of his cock.
"You'd better hold still for this one," he warned in his
deep, bass voice.
"Ahhggg!" Betty screamed as the thumbs dug into her cunt.
"Watch out, Shorty," Albert said, "or you're going to tear
her apart inside."
"Ya, ya!" the broad Negro exclaimed as he insinuated the head
of his terrible, black cock into Betty's juicy vulva.
Betty tried to spread her legs wider, thinking that if she
didn't have her cunt as open as possible that she would be hurt
for sure. He smiled down at her contorted face and began pushing
his mighty hips in toward her tender, young body.
"Be careful!" she asked in a meek sort of voice, but with
enough power in it to tell Shorty that she really meant it.
"With you, honey, I'll be mo' than careful." He laughed
again, as if to tell her that he could do anything with her body
that he wanted to.
The young cop suddenly lay still under him, afraid that any
further movement on her part would mean pain. She could feel the
spongy glans of the giant head pushing at her pussy. Her cunt
began to ache to be full, but she was also frightened that what it
would be too much for her recently virginal hole. She whisked the
thoughts of fear out of her mind and concentrated on the pleasure
that the bulbous head was causing as it pushed.
"Mmmnn!" she groaned as the head slipped with a pop into the
muscles of her cuntlips. Though his cock was very large she was
amazed that it fit in her cunt. It was tight, but it felt good.
Shorty began to move the bulk of his body forward, finding
that the going got hard as he went deeper. Betty's cunt was
already full with his turgid meat, and he was only about halfway
into the juicy hole. She moaned a deep, guttural cry of ecstasy
and Shorty stopped pushing.
"What's da matter?" he asked.
"Na ... Nothing!"
"I'm goin' ta start fuckin' again," he said with a finality
that made Betty catch her breath.
She was prepared for it now, her cunt stretching out. He
began to draw out though, and Betty was bewildered. Just as she
was about to reach out and pull the big Negro toward her, he
dropped his hips again, pushing the mighty cock back into her
juicy cunt.
He halted again halfway into her pussy. She felt an itch
deep inside her cunt, where no cock had been before, and she knew
that the only thing that could scratch it was the spongy head of
Shorty's driving cock. She pushed herself up, trying to position
herself so that she could pump her hips up at him, but his weight
on her chest was too much, and she couldn't move an inch.
Again he pulled back, easing the shaft of the mighty cock out
so that only the head remained buried in her tender cunt. Again
she fought to push herself up, trying desperately to scratch that
awful, pulsing itch. Shorty smiled as he began to understand what
she was doing, and he started to drive the stiff rod back into the
juicy hole.
Betty had her legs spread and she pulled them back as far as
they would go. She knew that he could drive it all the way into
her cunt now, and she wanted it, she wanted it bad.
Finally she raised his bulk of a body off her for a split-
second, and drove her hips up at him, impaling herself on his
throbbing prick to the hilt.
"Ohhhh, GOD!" she screamed. "Thaaat's GREEEAAT!" She could
feel the glans tickling the entrance to her womb, before bursting
through the sensitive cavity itself.
Her heady juices began to flow out around the shaft as her
orgasm rocked her body.
Shorty held still while she contorted under him. As soon as
she began to settle down and her eyes became very glassy, he
started his retreat. He pulled his shaft gently out. Betty could
feel the withdrawing cock cause a vacuum in her belly.
She expected it to be all over because she had come already,
but Shorty had other ideas. He started pumping with his big cock
more rapidly than ever, cock driving in and out of her tender
tissues. At first she wanted to scream, but the faster he went,
the more she wanted his big prick.
She reached down and felt his body become rigid with tense
muscles. She slid her hands down to his ass and felt his buttocks
tremble as he pulled out his mighty cock and then drove it into
her juicy cunt again.
Betty was still slightly in the afterglow of her orgasm, but
the feeling of his mighty cock pistoning into her juicy pussy was
heightening her greatly. She didn't know that a woman could feel
this good physically while engaged in fucking. She had been
taught that sex was just for the pleasure of the man. That was
one of the reasons that she had been so against it; she had wanted
to be as much a part of the feeling as her partner. And now she
was.
When she thought that Shorty was going to speed up and
finally come, he started to turn her onto his side, slowing down
his pistoning action slightly. She was bewildered and didn't know
what to think of this. He saw the look on her face as he kept
pumping his mighty cock into her cunt.
She was on her side and she was surprised that this position
worked; he slid his balls along her leg as he continued to thrust
his meat into her sopping cunt. She knew that if he drove it in
all of the way that he would really penetrate her tender womb with
his turgid cock.
He picked up speed in this position, but he was careful not
to drive the full length of his black cock into her. Just when
Betty began approaching another of her sexual peaks, he slowed
down again, the strain showing on the muscles of his dark face.
Betty wanted to scream with frustration, but she could only
moan helplessly under his bulk.
He began to turn her again, rolling her onto her soft
stomach. Betty felt powerless in his strong grip, and didn't try
to resist as she was rolled over while he fucked her.
She lifted her leg as high as it would go as she spun,
avoiding kicking him in the stomach by only an inch. As she
flopped onto her chest, she felt his cock still digging into the
depths of her body.
Betty looked out of the corner of her eye and saw Shorty
reach for the pillow that had been placed under her head while she
had been bound. He lifted her hips off the bed. With one quick
motion he shoved the pillow under her cunt. She was now jacked up
in the air about two more inches.
As soon as Shorty began to fuck, Betty realized that he had
done this because it allowed him deeper penetration. And she
couldn't understand why he wanted that, he was so big. She felt
his pubic arch hit against her asscheeks as he drove his cock into
her reddened cunt.
She felt her insides on fire another time. His prick was
like a poker, rubbing her to flames of passion. She could feel
her clit becoming puffed up and sensitive as it rubbed against the
soft pillow. Then she began flying like a rocket. She could tell
by Shorty's puffs and pants that he was becoming as excited as she
was.
His strokes began to go deeper and deeper into her cunt as
his speed increased. Betty's head was swimming in ecstasy as she
arched her ass up at the driving cock and buried her face in the
sheets.
Again and again he drove into her, going deeper each time he
stroked. She could feel the thick, black meat digging into the
very center of her pussy as he fucked with obvious abandon. The
throbbing cock felt wonderful in her arched twat; she could feel
the soft folds of her labia harden with excitement.
His strokes slowed suddenly and Betty thought that he was
going to start turning her again. He reached under her chest and
grabbed her soft tits, squeezing them as his cock began throbbing
wildly inside of her pussy.
She ached for release as her nubbin of pleasure began buzzing
like a live wire. Suddenly she felt all hot and wet inside. He
was coming, squirting large globs of cum into the depths of her
tender cunt. He pulled back again, and then jammed his hips hard
at her ass, his cock sinking inches into her womb. Then she felt
herself gush, her orgasm pouring fluid over the pulsing prick.
Her juices and his were steaming inside of her in a turmoil.
She felt the cauldron of her cunt expand to allow the juices from
her orgasm and Shorty's spewing cock to mingle inside of her.
Then as his cock shriveled, and a space was formed around it, the
steaming juices shot out of her, running down her thigh in thick
gobs.
Shorty moaned for the last time and collapsed. She took his
great weight on her back and then rolled, tumbling him off her.
She could hear voices buzzing all around her, but she couldn't
understand what they said.
Chapter 4
Then Betty heard the voices more distinctly through the haze.
She could hear Fingers and Joey arguing about her.
"... but I want to!" demanded Fingers.
"Nobody is going to touch her now," Joey stated. "There'll
be plenty of time after we get Mack back here."
Betty gathered from this short exchange that they didn't
really mean to exchange her.
"Ya," Joey continued, "Albert had the great idea of making a
dummy with the young cop's clothes. We will be so far away that
they shouldn't be able to tell."
"That's really good!" Willy exclaimed, slapping Albert on his
back.
"You bet," Joey said. "Now all of us are going to have to
get on it to get the dummy finished in time. Willy, you and
Shorty go to the store and get some paint."
Willy looked down at the spent Negro. "I don't think he's
ready to go anywhere," the chubby man said with a sardonic laugh.
"I'll take Fingers with me."
"No," Joey said. "I need him here. Take Albert." The
short, thin man bowed in Betty's direction, turned around and left
with Willy.
Betty realized that she was still nude, and it embarrassed
her. She wrapped herself in the sheet and tried to be
inconspicuous in a corner of the bed.
"Well, look at the shy one!" Fingers exclaimed as he watched
her move across the bed. "You'll get your chance to be shy with
my cock in your mouth, you pig bitch."
Betty realized that their scorn for her was not purely
because she was a woman, but more because she was a cop. She took
pride in their dislike of her; she knew that in that dislike there
was a spark of respect for her being in the police force. She
smiled to herself and pulled the sheets up around her nakedness.
She watched as Joey came back from the bathroom with her
clothes. He smiled over at her sarcastically. She now took the
time to note all of his features. His hair was short but wispy
along his receding hairline; she thought that he would look
distinguished if it were not for the fact that he was a wanton
criminal. His broad shoulders and narrow hips added to this
appearance of distinction.
Joey dropped the clothes on the coffee table near Fingers and
walked over to Betty. He still had that same smile of sarcasm
glued to his face as he reached down and yanked the sheets from
her grip. "We need them for the dummy, darling. Sorry that your
beautiful body has to be exposed for everyone to see, but there's
no helping it. We need to keep you here in case anything goes
wrong."
"But it's going wrong from the first if you don't keep your
word and let me go." She wondered how she could have ever spit
out all of those words in one harsh breath, but she knew that her
point had been made, even if he wasn't going to be affected by it.
She huddled naked in the corner now, trying hopelessly to
cover herself with her hands and arms. She knew that most of her
tits and all of her cunt were still open to view, but she couldn't
do anything about it.
She watched, curiously, as the two men worked at making the
sheet into tubes of cloth, taping and twisting it into legs and
arms. Then Fingers turned around and faced her, pulled out a
gravity knife and flicked it open with a twist of his wrist as he
walked toward her. Betty was frightened now, and she knew that
the training that she'd had in karate and judo were not much good
against a knife.
Fingers then pointed the knife toward the mattress and put a
big slit in the side with one motion.
"We need stuffing," he said with a sardonic smile.
Joey laughed and went back to work tying off the sheets that
were going to be stuffed. Betty watched as Fingers took large
handfuls of cotton stuffing. The fright had disappeared and left
a cold feeling in her chest. She was glad that she didn't have to
try to fight him while he had a knife in his hand.
Betty then realized that the two were very occupied with what
they were doing. She looked at the door and knew that they hadn't
locked it. She began moving across the bed to where the door was.
She knew that she would have to move fast to get out before they
catch her. She suddenly realized that she didn't even know where
she had been taken. She swallowed deeply and decided to try the
break anyway.
Just then she heard their watchdog bark. Her heart sank.
Willy and Albert walked in holding cans of paint. Shorty was
still asleep on the foot of the bed, snoring away quite wildly.
Willy walked over and shook the big black man by the
shoulder. "Hey, wake up you big oaf!" demanded the fat man.
The spade jumped up violently, flaying his large arms around
in circles as if to strike some invisible adversary. Betty
watched as his cock swung around in circles. She laughed and the
Negro turned around and glared at her.
He was approaching her in an aggressive anger just as Joey
called out for him to get his ass over and help. The large Negro
shrugged his shoulders as he got off the bed. He pulled on his
pants, still glaring at Betty.
"We're almost finished," Joey said. "You can help stuff this
last leg."
Shorty ambled over and began shoving cotton into the empty
leg of the dummy. He would look over at Betty between handfuls
and glare at her with mean eyes. She decided that he wasn't going
to do anything as long as the rest of them were there, so she
relaxed and returned his awful stare each time he looked at her.
Finally the dummy was finished and they were all preparing to
leave. For a moment Betty thought that they had forgotten about
her, and were going to leave her untied. But as they were walking
toward the door, Willy turned around and walked toward her. He
picked up the discarded cord and began binding her in the same
position that she had been in before.
"I was going to leave her free," said Joey, "because the dog
would make sure she didn't escape. But I guess you're right,
Willy---she could have gotten out of the window, even though they
are nailed shut. These cops are pretty tricky sometimes."
"And just plain old pretty sometimes, too!" Fingers exclaimed
emphatically, as he walked over to her outstretched body and ran a
quick hand down her still juicy slit.
"Ya," Willy agreed as he fastened the last knot.
Betty looked at them all sneering at her, and only saw
compassion on Albert's thin face. She knew he was the smartest
one of the group, and she deduced by his look that he was also the
kindest one.
When they left, Betty tried pulling on the thin cords at her
wrists again. This time they seemed to have been done looser, and
they gave a little each time she pulled. After about ten minutes
she could feel that they were going to give way eventually. She
decided to rest a minute before trying it again, her wrists being
very sore and red.
She looked up at the head of the bed and saw where the cord
was tied to the bedpost above her left arm. It wasn't tied right.
She stretched her body, trying to reach it with her left hand, but
her feet were tied too well and she couldn't move up enough.
Shifting her weight seemed to help as she bounced on the bed
and continued pulling on the cord.
Suddenly it came loose and Betty sighed deeply. She quickly
untied the knots on her right wrist. She sat there for a minute
with her legs still tied, rubbing her sore wrists until they felt
better.
Betty then began undoing her leg bindings. Just as she was
getting her right leg untied, she turned around and saw Albert
staring down at her. She hadn't heard him enter.
"Can I help?" he asked in a sincere voice.
She was prepared to be shocked, but his words had sounded so
full of honesty that all she said was, "All right!"
Albert moved his thin body gracefully over to Betty's side
and began undoing the last restraints that had been put on her.
As he did this, his fingers kept brushing up and down her ankle.
Betty could feel the sparks of excitement running up her lithe
leg. She tried to shut it off, but the tingling sensation kept
running up her.
The knot finally came undone, but Albert did not let go of
her ankle right away. He caressed her leg before he let go.
Betty could tell that he had been affected by helping her. His
face was flushed and his eyes gazed at her nakedness.
"Ah ... ah ... can I ..." He kept hesitating, trying to say
something that he just couldn't get out.
Betty reached over and touched his arm to tell him that it
was all right, and he turned to her quickly and grabbed her
breast.
"I'm a virgin!" he yelled at her.
Betty caressed his arm lightly. He had released her breast,
but now he turned back toward her and began fondling both of them,
but much more gently than before. She accepted his caresses and
forgot completely about getting away for the time being.
Albert's dark eyes wandered over Betty's voluptuous body, and
she blushed. But she kept control of her composure and ran her
hand down the front of his shirt to his belt buckle. Her lithe
fingers quickly undid the brass buckle and pulled the belt loose.
Albert just kept staring at her and fondling her tits.
When she had the buckle undone, she ran her fingers down the
front of his pants, feeling the bulge at his crotch expand as her
hand brushed over it. She was becoming excited now herself, the
flame in her belly burning hotter all of the time.
She ran her hand back up the ridge under his zipper, causing
Albert to moan loudly, and then he grabbed the brass tab of the
fly and began pulling it down very slowly.
Betty was worried. She'd never been in a position like this
in her life. But now that she was taking the lead she didn't know
how to drop it, and she was scared.
Albert kept pressing her tits, the great mounds flattening to
his pushes. The zipper dropped easily in her small hand and the
purple head of his turgid cock protruded from the opening. Betty
looked down between his arms and saw the organ throbbing.
She licked her lips, it looked so delicious. She imagined
herself running her tongue along the huge glans and then popping
it into her mouth. The bottom ridge pulsed as more of his cock
became exposed. She could see herself nibbling lightly and
teasingly on it.
Betty slipped her hand over the head and felt its intense
heat throbbing in her grip. The shaft was narrower than the
bulbous head, and she pushed down on his prick, making the skin
wrinkle around the base as the cockhead became tauter.
"Ohhhhmmm!" moaned Albert, pulling his face away from the
full globes of Betty's succulent breasts.
Albert frantically pulled off his shirt as Betty's lithe hand
began moving up and down the length of his blue-veined prick more
rapidly. He was on his back and he turned himself so that his
legs were beside Betty and she had a clear view of his organ.
Suddenly her fantasy of putting his cock into her mouth
overwhelmed her. She lowered her head quickly and took his prick
between her lips. The first taste was salty and bitter, and she
almost spit his cock out of her mouth in disgust. But then the
taste became like saltwater taffy. She sucked deeper and felt the
big head of his mighty cock go to the back of her mouth.
Albert seemed as shocked as she was by her conduct, and he
jerked away involuntarily.
"Why did you do that?" Betty sputtered as she grabbed for his
hips and tried to pull him back.
"I don't know ... I don't know ..." he said, hesitating a
second before lunging toward her. He planted an open-mouthed kiss
upon her lips, and ground his full, sensuous mouth down upon hers
with complete and utter abandon.
As he continued to grind his hot, sucking mouth against hers,
Albert covered her breasts and kneaded them until her nipples grew
firm and rigid against the boniness of his fingers.
Betty gasped deeply at the piercing pleasure he was giving
her; she could feel the sticky moisture forming on the thick lips
of her cunt. When Albert finally withdrew his lips from hers, she
pulled him down on top of her. He seemed to find the opportunity
to pull his unzipped pants the rest of the way off. He lay across
her chest, forcing the bristling hairs on his chest to dig into
her sensitive nipples, and she groaned loudly.
She felt his cock start sliding down over her abdomen,
dragging through the soft hairs of her pussy, finally resting
hotly against the sensitive skin of her naked thigh. His
slavering mouth rushed wetly to the hollow of her shapely neck,
down her collarbone to the upper slope of her breasts. He sucked
in the tender flesh of her nipples.
She felt a new pang of guilt flash through her. She felt
numb and powerless because she knew what he was about to do, but
deep inside herself she knew she couldn't, and didn't want to,
stop him.
The kidnapper's hot, demanding mouth closed over one of her
taut, raspberry nipples and sucked insistently, his bristling,
dark chin rubbing against her resilient, white flesh. His long-
fingered hands, mauling her soft tits as he sucked her hardened
nipple, increased her excitement over and over again.
Making an animal groan, Albert released one nipple from his
mouth and, moving as quickly as a snake, he darted over to the
other one.
His hips began moving his cock up and down. Then he moved
down her luscious body, letting her full tits bobble free. His
hungry mouth caressed and nibbled its way down her ribs, then
settled at her navel as he licked and sucked and nibbled at her
slightly rounded abdomen.
"I thought you said you were a virgin," Betty said.
"I am!" he said, releasing her navel for only a moment.
"You're sure doing this like you've done it before," she said
in a soft tone. He didn't answer her, but just kept on sucking at
the softness of her belly button.
Betty bit down on her lower lip to stifle a cry of mingled
desire and fright that she felt welling up inside of her belly.
What he was making her feel was sinful and totally outrageous.
But it was also very greatly satisfying and deliciously wonderful.
The small, dark criminal lifted one of her legs and slid his
extended tongue along the whiteness of the inside of her thigh,
gliding upward toward the warmly throbbing cunt. Betty could not
imagine that anyone would ever do something like this to anybody
else, but it sure felt good.
Betty sighed as Albert nibbled the smooth flesh of her inner
thigh, his ear sometimes brushing against the heated sensitivity
of her reddened cunt. Then Albert brought his hand into play and
touched the hairy, fleshy lips of her pussy, pressing his fingers
into the lush softness of her most private place, caressing up and
down between her twitching legs, wiggling the outer lips of her
steaming cunt as he went.
Betty shuddered with delight, longing to roll her pussy hard
against Albert's close hand. She could feel the thick juices of
her hungry cunt seeping warmly through the folds of her pussy; she
longed to have him spread her legs wide apart and let the cool air
wash over and cool down her overly impassioned twat.
Twisting her neck to stare down at the outlaw, she watched
him kiss her soft belly and thighs, his hot lips gliding
sensuously over her satiny skin. His long fingers continued to
caress the folds of her pussy, pinching them slightly now and
then.
Betty tried not to let her reaction show. She thought it was
unbecoming of a policewoman, but she was aching with passion to
heave her pussy at him, forcing him to penetrate her with his
nimble fingers.
Inwardly she began to convince herself that this was
inevitable. But she also promised herself that she would not
enjoy it. She didn't know what was happening now. Everything was
becoming so confused.
Albert pulled his head back and stared down at her sopping
pussy. Laced with soft golden-red ringlets of silky hair, the
outer lips concealed the succulent folds within, like a secret,
hidden and delicious flower. Betty looked up and watched him
swallow and then dart his tongue over his lower lip. Then, fixing
his dark eyes on hers for a second, he lifted her leg over his
head, spreading her thighs widely. The cool air rushed in, but
didn't dampen her passion at all.
Then, pressing his thumbs against the outer lips of her cunt,
he peeled open the succulent folds and stared down into the moist
red flesh of her cunt The smooth, coral-colored flesh gleamed with
the passionate glaze of her juices. In the outermost folds her
slick secretions had thickened into milky droplets.
Betty moaned softly, throwing her arm over her eyes as if
blinded by the intensity of her passion.
The aroused girl began to feel the tension generated by his
more than casual admiration of her cunt. The frantic pitch kept
growing until her excitement was almost too much to bear. She
screamed, still not daring to look up.
Betty took her arm away from her eyes slowly and looked down
at Albert. Little by little he was lowering his head toward the
pulsing heat of her cunt. The excited cop held her breath.
Albert pressed his full lips gently against the slick
entrance of Betty's open cunt, his long, hot tongue burrowing
deeper into the warm, wet, slippery folds of her throbbing pussy.
"Glaaaggghhh!" Betty rasped, her back arching, pushing her
hot cunt closer to his dark, almost sinister-looking face. She
could hear her flesh slurping against the heat of his lips and she
gasped as she felt his tongue slither into her honeyed folds. The
intruding muscle fluttered madly on her very sensitive clitoris.
Even though what this criminal was doing seemed filthy and
perverted, the distraught girl had never before known such soaring
pleasure.
He lifted her trembling legs onto his shoulders then, burying
his face even deeper into her juicy, musk-scented cunt.
Since Albert was no longer holding her cuntlips apart with
his thumbs, the slick elastic folds closed over his flailing
tongue. The gusts of his hot breath poured over the silky, golden
ringlets of her pubic hair from out of his flared nostrils.
His cock was now sandwiched between his thin belly and her
calf. Betty could feel the throbbing of the heavy cock as it
pulsed against her body.
"No, oh ... Yes, please ... Oh yes!" Betty gasped and
moaned, her breath ragged with the passion caused by Albert's
ravenous tonguing of her tender cunt.
She squirmed beneath him, twisting her flaming, slick pussy
against his mouth, her breasts bobbing like cream-colored Jell-O
on springs.
Betty made a little groaning sound of deep pleasure and
pushed her pelvis up at him at the same time. She felt his lips
flatten her cuntlips, then the pressure of his teeth against her
outer lips as his tongue flicked even deeper.
She knew from the lapping motions of his mouth that his chin
was coated with her juices. Squirming against the intense
pleasure Albert was giving her, she brought her hands up from her
sides and tangled her soft fingers in the dark mass of Albert's
thick, curly hair. She made a little moan of pleasure again, as
if she were telling this passionate criminal something very
special and very secret.
Albert seemed to answer her as he dug his tongue down into
her deeper than Betty imagined a tongue could go in her hot cunt.
She had felt the heat in her womb before, but now it mixed
deliciously with his slavering, tepid tongue, becoming so intense
that she almost cried out that she couldn't stand it any longer.
But she only tangled her fingers more tightly in his dark hair,
shocked at herself for willingly pushing his face harder against
her aching pussy. She could feel her abundant juices overflowing
around his slurping mouth and running down between her spread
asscheeks and across her asshole.
At that moment, Albert's tongue and lips skidded out of her
cunt. Undaunted, he caught a mouthful of her outer cunt-hair,
sucking fiercely at the meaty morsel. Then he shifted his
position, and his hot tongue slithered back into the inner folds
of her pussy.
A terrible jolt of pain and pleasure whirled within her
pussy, so intense that her stomach muscles pulled taut and she
jerked hard on his curly hair. Her breath hissed from her lips as
an audible sigh of pleasure escaped from her clenched lips. She
ground her cunt up at him, knowing instinctively that his lips had
closed over her erect clitoris. The tip of his tongue fluttered
wildly against it as she moaned.
Betty writhed beneath him, her knees over his thin shoulders,
her buttocks twisting beneath his grip, her heels tapping at the
middle of his back as he arched it.
Suddenly an orgasmic vibration shook her unexpectedly to the
pit of her very marrow. She gasped at the intensity of the
feeling, her cunt closing down on his tongue as if to capture the
swirling delight within her tender womb. But the delight seemed
to seep out around his probing tongue. Albert kept sucking and
licking at her convulsive cunt, his lascivious tongue wiggling in
the pudding of wet, warm flesh---but her release was cut short.
Betty felt his tongue probing every fold and wrinkle of her
fiery crotch. Even though he was new at this he went about it
with the vigor and form of a professional cunt-eater. She could
feel his hot tongue rolling over her stiffened clitoris, swirling
it around and around until she thought she would faint from the
pleasure. And then he shoved it into her quivering vagina as far
as it would go, digging even deeper than it had been before. She
could feel the pressure of his teeth.
She gasped again as a tremor of orgasm washed over her like a
gigantic, warm wave, fading slower than the last, seeming to glow
within her like a red-hot ember. She could feel the pulsing in
her womb as the liquid passion surged out again, washing hotly
over her ass and Albert's mouth.
He teased her now, flicking at the taut bud of her clitoris
with the tip of his tongue, making her quiver and gasp under his
snakelike motions. Each time his tongue slid over the sensitive
nubbin of flesh, Betty felt as if electricity were being shot into
her through her clit, snapping hotly from the tender, slick flesh
of her cunt directly to her swirling and numbed brain.
Mad with passion now, the thin criminal easily rolled his
captive onto her stomach and rapidly buried his face in the
quivering softness of her twitching buttocks. His tongue speared
out, stroking wetly up and down between the springy mounds of her
asscheeks. He kissed and slurped at her asshole, his rough cheeks
chafing the deep, soft valley of her lovely, round ass.
Her fingertips digging into the bare mattress, Betty moaned
deeply. Never before had she known such perverted or delicious
thrills. She embraced the mattress as best as she could as she
felt his tongue screw itself into her rectal passage, the hot, wet
sweetness of it filling her with an unbelievably delirious melting
sensation. She could feel the tension building within her once
again.
But Albert stopped kissing her ass before she could reach the
most desirable of peaks. Deftly he rolled her onto her back again
and looked at her, his dark eyes glittering with a glazed look of
passion. She saw that his chin was glistening from her sticky
juices, but she didn't care. Then he sprawled over her, smearing
his mouth across her bobbing tits, snaking his tongue around her
erect nipple. Then, in an instant, he was kissing her. She felt
the heat of his juice-coated tongue in her mouth, and she didn't
care. The hard, hot length of his cock pulsed against her spent,
soft thighs.
Albert lifted his mouth from her lips and looked down at her.
A drop of sweat rolled down his nose, hung there for a moment,
then splashed saltily against her panting, parted lips.
Albert pulled back from her crotch, but Betty knew he was
merely adjusting his cock to a better angle. Then she felt it---
round and huge against the spongy lips of her quivering pussy.
She held her breath. Anticipating his thrust, she wasn't
particularly concerned about her ability to accept him without
pain, having just been subjected to Shorty's big cock.
Her pussy had never felt so slick and open. She felt his
cock poking and pushing, slipping against the slimy lips of her
hot cunt---and she wanted it!
Even if he were a criminal, and one of the abductors who had
kidnapped her, she wanted his cock inside of her ... churning,
plunging, maybe even hurting her a little. Then she felt him
raise her thighs.
A cry of anguish tore from her tender throat. Albert had
thrust something into her, but it was too hot, too hard, too large
to be his prick. The burning sensation shot through her and she
clasped her legs around his body try keep him from thrusting into
her body any deeper. She had to bite down on her lower lip to
keep from screaming out.
When Betty realized that what he had pushed into her was
actually his cock---she felt with her hand, only to discover that
he had pushed only the head of his mighty cock into her.
"Stop!" she begged him passionately, her voice nothing but a
ragged whisper.
"You're tight all right," he admitted. "But it'll only hurt
a little at first. Relax! Please relax! Then fuck with me when
I get goin'. That way it shouldn't hurt as much."
Betty wanted desperately to believe him, but there was too
much pain in her cunt. There was just no way to get that length
of cock into her. She doubted if she could close her fingers
around the width of his member---yet he was trying to force it
into the opening of her narrow cunt.
Tears trickled from the corners of her eyes as the massive
head pushed against her tight slit, forcing the lips inward as the
huge cock penetrated the tight portal. Betty wriggled beneath him
in some small hope of easing the incredibly intense pressure. She
swung her hips in an effort to lessen the tension, then suddenly
she gasped as she felt the cunt-stretching length of his monstrous
cock plunging inch by inch into the tightness of her pussy.
"Glaggghhh!" she gasped. She had intended to scream at him
to stop, but all at once the pain vanished, totally swept away by
a strange wave of pleasure.
"I thought you'd like it," Albert whispered in her ear as he
leaned forward. "Feels really good, doesn't it?" he asked as if
trying to reassure himself as much as her.
"It's ... awful ... tight ..." Betty sighed.
"Ya," he said, "and awfully good too."
He twisted more deeply into her, then withdrew a little,
releasing Betty's outer cuntlips and allowing her pubic hair---
which had been forced in with his thrust---to escape. Then he
thrust in once more, drawing another cry from his captive's lips
as he fucked deeper.
Albert twisted his cock into her, forcing her clenching
cuntwalls to give way. He withdrew until the blood-engorged ridge
of his glans was plugging up the orifice of her pussy, then jammed
it down into her for the third time, hard, fast and straight.
"Ohhhmmmnnn-guggghhh!" Betty moaned, biting her lips with an
impassioned force. There seemed to be no limit to his huge cock.
He was crowding her cunt. How deep can he go? she wondered,
pressing her eyes tightly shut and clenching her teeth.
Albert pulled his cock back and thrust into her again and
again, building force each time his prick dug into her tender
vagina. Then, as he gave a final twist to his bone-hard erection,
Betty felt his coarse, dangling balls tickling her asshole with
its bristling wire-like hairs. He paused for a short moment,
looking down at her, his dark mouth in a sinister smile.
Betty gloried in the amazing sensation of her pussy squeezing
down around his hot prick. She hadn't anticipated being able to
exert such control. When the thin criminal grunted with pleasure
at her little trick, she tried it a couple of more times. But
then the slow, excruciatingly deliberate movements of his giant
hard-on began to drive her into an absolute swoon of intense
delight. She began answering each of his thrusts with a hump of
her own, letting his cock slide out almost all of the way, then
re-impaling herself on the immensity of its burning thickness,
sucking it into the depths of her womb and allowing it to pull
away ever so slightly before sucking it inside of her bubbling
cunt once more.
"Okay," Albert grunted. "You got the rhythm. Now fuck with
me as hard as you can."
"Oh, God!" Betty gasped. "I mean, yes, yes ..." She was
beyond the point of offering any resistance, however much she
thought she should for this criminal.
Now, when he started to piston his enormous cock inside of
her pussy, there was nothing Betty could do but hang on for dear
life and hope to survive the onslaught.
He had been gentle at first, but now he was like a man
possessed, the bolt-action of his giant cock feeling like a
machine within her tender body. Each time she felt the solid
shaft sinking, she realized that it did so with increased furor
and additional energy. He seemed to gather momentum with each
thrust. Each time she felt his hips retreat in preparation for
the next lunge, Betty clung to his neck more tightly, praying that
the swollen battering ram wouldn't hurt her---and that he would
never stop his assault.
Her white thighs rubbed silkily against Albert's pumping
flanks until they were a scarlet hue. Her soft little belly
jiggled against his corded stomach as his powerful cock stroked
deeper into her cunt again and again.
Then the kidnapper shifted his position a little. At first
Betty thought he was doing it so he could plunge more brutally
into her sensitive pussy. But with his first downward drive she
felt the hard, hot length of his cock slide deliciously across her
clitoris. After that, where there had been pain before, she
discovered a tingling kind of electricity that seemed to expand
around his pistoning prick until her hot cunt seemed to be glowing
and exploding with bright bursts of fire. It was wonderful beyond
anything she had ever experienced in her life.
Her hips began moving wildly, slamming rapidly upward as her
cunt gulped hungrily around Albert's stiff cock. She bowed her
back, lifting her head and shoulders, clinging with passion to his
thin neck.
She cried out, "Oh Albert, oh Al! Fuck me, fuck me! I don't
care anymore. I need it, I need it! Please fuck me, fuck me!"
Albert smiled down at her. He began working his hips harder
and faster, driving his hot cock with slippery speed into her
rippling, gyrating pussy.
Betty writhed, screwing upward, panting and moaning as she
thrust her hips up around his driving shaft, blissfully wanting
more and more of his turgid cock.
She realized that he was fucking into her more rapidly now,
bouncing her body clear off the naked mattress. She could hear
the breath hissing from his throat in ragged, passionate gasps,
and she felt the hot air scalding the hollow of her white neck. A
dizzying spiral of ecstasy began swirling inside of her heated
cunt, a whirl of electric bolts that began to burst around his
shaft, causing her cunt to tighten spastically around the enormous
cock, pouring out her thick, slick cuntjuices.
The delicious sensation became so intense that she thought
she would faint from the pleasure. Betty realized for the first
time that she was coming.
"You're making it, aren't you?" Albert pantingly said.
The swirl, ever-growing within her cunt seemed to have robbed
her of all physical control over her body. She could only let her
head flop from side to side in ecstasy, her eyes rolling wildly
about.
"I feel you coming!" Albert panted. "Oh God, it's so damn
hot and good when your cunt bites down on my cock like that!
We're making it, baby, we're making it!"
Suddenly she felt the entire length of his cock balloon
within the tender channel of her pussy. For an instant he seemed
to freeze like a statue above her panting body. He made an
animal-like groan, his rapidly pulsing cock buried to the hairy
root in her sopping, fiery cunt. Then he began to fuck into her
so quickly that Betty could not be sure when his cock seemed to
add fuel to her own continuing climax and spur her on.
She wanted to tell him how good he was making her feel, but
when she looked up at him, she saw that his thin face was
contorted into a passionate, fiery grimace.
Betty cried out, thinking that something terrible had
happened. Then, so suddenly and so forcefully was his climax that
it took her breath away. Albert plunged into her again, and she
felt his cock nudge through the opening of her tight womb. The
fountaining of his sperm, as it poured like molten metal thickly
into her womb, seemed to be an endless torrent.
Each burst of his hot seed, as it splashed into her cunt,
gave her an additional shuddering response. Her orgasm grew until
she was being swallowed by the sensation of it.
Minutes later she felt Albert relax against her with a deep
and satisfied groan. While his cock was still embedded in her
cunt, she could feel the last drops of sperm spouting out of him.
He slid his tongue through her lips effortlessly, fucking her soft
mouth with his tongue just as he had fucked her juicy cunt with
his giant cock. Giving herself over completely to the joy which
had previously been at war with her fears, Betty began to suck on
his tongue, delighting in the warm afterglow of their mutual
orgasms.
She ran her hands over his back and through the slickness of
sweat that pooled in the small of his back. She cupped his firm,
hairy buttocks in her hands and pulled him deeper into her,
bumping her pussy up at him at the same time. She rubbed her
heated breasts against his panting chest. She let him nibble
delicately at the lobe of her ear and the vulnerable flesh at the
hollow of her neck.
She could hardly wait for him to catch his breath so that he
could fuck her again. Then she remembered the others, and she
thought that they might be returning any minute now. She tried to
roll Albert off her. Even though he was small, his motionless
weight was too heavy. She pushed extra hard and he moved a couple
of inches.
"I have to go," she said, still pushing.
"Ya," he said sleepily. She felt his soft cock slurp out of
her crimson cunt, and she felt a pang of regret.
"Help me!" she said again.
"Sure," he said, rolling completely off her. "After what you
gave me, I think I'd give you the moon."
"I don't want the moon," she said. "I just want out."
Albert picked up his clothes and handed them to her, smiling
broadly.
"But what will you do?" she asked.
"I'll face the music here," he said. "They can only kill me.
I don't care much really. I'm just glad that I had one chance to
fuck you, that's all."
Betty was amazed at his willingness to sacrifice himself for
her. She felt honored that he was so willing to let her leave.
"Tie me up," he said, "and they'll think that you just took
advantage of me."
Betty realized that the logic of his argument was the only
appropriate one for the situation. She began tying him to the bed
in the same way that she had been tied by the others. She tied
him loosely, but still tightly enough so that it looked like it
was for real, and not a set-up job.
She leaned over and kissed him before she started to put on
his clothes. She was almost tempted to untie him again and fuck
him once more. But that was too dangerous, as appealing as it was
to her.
Betty put on his pants and shirt, amazed that they fit as
well as they did. And then she leaned down again and sucked his
flaccid cock into her mouth, a sort of perverse good-bye kiss.
Albert didn't seem to mind much as he arched his back so that his
groin pushed up against her face as his cock began to get hard.
She spit it out and said, "God I wish I could stay to play
here with you, but I have to leave."
"I understand," he said.
Betty walked slowly toward the door, looking back at Albert's
smiling face. She opened it without looking and bumped into
something, or someone.
"Where ya goin'?" asked Joey.
Chapter 5
Betty had never been so frightened in her short life. Joey
had been there so unexpectedly. She assumed a karate stance, as
if to protect herself. "You're a real fighter," Joey said with a
cynical smile as he pushed Buddy at her. "Here, fight him."
Buddy was pushed at her so fast that she grabbed onto him,
and they both fell to the floor. Everyone in the room began
laughing at them as they scrambled to get free. Buddy's hands
were tied behind his back, which made it much more difficult to
get untangled
"I see you tied up Albert securely," Joey said sarcastically.
"But how did you get free?"
"I got free by myself, you sadistic pervert," she said
bitterly. "Then he came in and I had to tie him up and take his
clothes."
"Well, you can give his clothes right back to him. Now!"
said the ringleader of the gang.
Betty began taking off her coverings, looking at Buddy with
sad eyes. They began communicating immediately, without words.
Betty felt the soft pressure of his affection for her as she had
to strip for these other men.
"Well look at that," said the perceptive Willy. "They know
each other."
"I'll be damned," Joey said. "I guess the police department
isn't as big as we thought it was."
"We went to school together," Buddy said. "Cadet school."
"It looks like you're closer than that," said Willy, arching
his eyebrows in disbelief.
"No we're not!" Betty stated emphatically.
They had untied Albert and given him the shirt that Betty had
taken off. She felt naked without a top, but tried not to show
any embarrassment at the fact. She knew she would feel even more
naked without her pants. She looked around at all of the people
in the room; they sat like vultures waiting for her pants to fall.
Even Buddy had a glimmer of anticipation at the prospect of seeing
her furry cunt.
Without further ado, Betty let the slacks fall, the gleaming
whiteness of her thighs flashing into view. Everyone sighed when
they saw the lovely patch of pubic hair and Betty felt a little
like she was on exhibition at a carnival or vaudeville show.
"Look at that twat!" exclaimed Fingers, shaking his hand as
if he had just grabbed something hot.
"Ya!" said Joey and Willy and Shorty all together.
"Maybe these two do care for each other," Joey said. "I bet
we can find out."
"But what about the exchange we were going to do again?" said
Willy.
"After the way the police tried to double-cross us with this
cop as a phony decoy, I don't think I will exchange. This lady
here might be more fun than having our money."
"But you tried to pull a fast one, too," said Buddy. "That
fucking stuffed clothing isn't hardly Betty ... I mean Officer
Brady."
"You're on a first-name basis with this beautiful cop, huh?"
said Joey. "Well, I'm just mean enough to do things to her in
front of you that ought to make the next exchange a real one.
Because you aren't hardly worth a stuffed dummy."
The rest of the men laughed heartily at his joke until Joey
held up his hand, signaling them to stop.
Betty was afraid now, really afraid. She had no idea what
Joey intended to do, but she knew that it wouldn't be as kind as
what she'd done with Albert.
"It's you and me," Joey said to Willy. "We're goin' to have
us some fun."
Betty looked over at Bud and saw him struggling against his
restraints. It was no use, and they both knew it; he was tied far
too securely for him to get free. And besides, Shorty was
standing right over him, ready to lay him low if he tried anything
funny.
"Okay, Willy, pull her over to the bed."
The round man took Betty by the wrist and began tugging on
her arm, moving her toward the bare bed. She wanted to scream, or
fight, but she knew that it would be a waste of her energy. But
she still planted her feet securely on the floor, and Willy had to
pull extra hard to get her to the bed.
"Now what?" said Willy, holding Betty with his brutal, plump
hand.
"Throw her onto the bed," said Joey.
Betty shook her wrist free and climbed on herself, looking as
deviant as she could. She saw Joey take off his shirt and pants,
remembering the bitter taste of his cum that he had made her
swallow. What will he do to me now? she thought.
Willy began taking off his clothes also, keeping a wary eye
out for any false move from Betty. As his shirt came off, she was
amazed to see that he wasn't as fat as he looked with them on.
His chubbiness was mostly muscle packed into a short frame. She
even saw ridges on his stomach where she expected to see a pot
belly.
"You get on the bottom," Joey said as soon as he had his
clothes all the way off. His sinister eyes and dark smile told
Betty that something malevolent was going to happen to her.
Willy grabbed Betty by the shoulders and swung onto the bed,
pulling her on top of him.
"Stop it!" Bud yelled.
Joey turned slowly toward his other captive, and then spoke
to Shorty. "Gag him, and if he tries to make another sound then
shut him up any way you want to." The big spade rubbed his hands
together and looked completely ready and willing to do what his
boss said.
Betty was still trying to squirm off Willy, but his strong
arms held her on top of him. She could feel his prick starting to
rise up between her legs, pulsing hotly as it expanded past her
asshole. Her cuntlips had been spread, and they were kissing his
fat cock. Much to her dismay she was beginning to get hot
herself. The blood of excitement was rushing to her head and she
felt her cunt involuntarily clamping itself spasmodically against
the thick prick.
"She's ready for us," Willy said with a smile. "I can feel
her twat twitching around my cock."
"Good," said Joey. "You stick your cock in her while I go
and hunt up some cream."
Just then Betty knew what degrading thing they were about to
do to her. Two at the same time, she thought with a grimace.
They're going to kill me that way.
Willy was moving under her now, reaching down to his cock.
She tried to squash her body up against his to thwart his effort,
but he was too strong for her. His hand first stopped at her
cunt, one fat finger slipping up her slit and tickling her
reddened clitoris.
She buckled, pulling herself away from his hand, even though
it felt good. She had pulled away because she was ashamed that it
felt so good.
Willy then grabbed his prick and rubbed it. Betty could feel
his arm working along her thigh, and was even ashamed that that
felt good. She could feel the warmth running up her leg to her
cunt. Suddenly she felt the tepid head of his cock pushed up
against her glistening cuntlips.
A deep groan came from across the room, and Betty knew that
it came from her fellow rookie. Shame and disgust welled up in
her, knowing that Joey had been right in trying to unnerve them
both by this trick.
She saw Joey enter the room just as the bulbous, purple head
of Willy's huge cock was stuffed quickly between her labia.
"Ohhhhnnnngg!" she moaned, trying not to let it sound as good
as it felt. The prick was pushed up into the silky channels of
her soft cunt. His cock wasn't as big as Albert's, but the
expanding width of it fit snugly into her tight twat. She held
her breath and felt him ram his hips once more with a powerful
grunt, jamming the silky, stiff cock up to the hilt in her cunt.
"Now hold her still," said Joey. "I'm going to climb on."
He moved up between both Willy's and Betty's spread legs and
placed a glob of chilling cream on the flower of her asshole.
Betty's ass twitched and convulsed as he spread it around and then
stuck one finger into her ass.
"Ohhh ... GOD ... NO!" she screamed. Albert had been so
gentle when doing her ass that it felt good, but Joey just stuffed
his finger as fast as he could into her.
"Hold still!" Joey demanded, extracting his finger and
holding her asscheeks open. He then put his thumb slowly into her
rectum and forced the sphincter open again.
Betty moaned, not daring to move for fear of being injured.
Joey began to pump in and out of her ass with his thumb, oblivious
to her having any feeling there at all. The thumb dug into her
open asshole. Faster and faster Joey went, until Betty could
hardly feel anything but her swelling ass.
"She's coming," yelled Willy. "She's coming all around my
cock."
Betty knew what he was saying was true as she felt her
insides melt and flow out of her cunt in a torrent of passion.
Shame washed her body at the same time. She wished Willy hadn't
yelled it out so that she could have kept a little self-respect in
front of Bud, but now it was impossible; he knew how depraved she
was.
"D'you like that?" Joey asked, turning to the tied and gagged
Bud, who was struggling ferociously against his ropes. Bud was
obviously as mad as a hornet and struggling like the devil.
Shorty reached over and knocked him on the head with his fist.
Bud looked stunned and quieted down for a second.
Joey withdrew his thumb from her asshole and Betty felt cold
air rush into the opening, chilling her and making her shudder.
Willy began moving his cock inside of her, sliding the fat
prick in and out like he couldn't help himself.
"Stop!" said Joey. "Let me get into her first, and then you
can fuck her all you want to."
"Look boss," said Hilly, "if you don't hurry up, I'm going to
come without ever getting to pump into her juicy cunt."
"Hold onto your balls for a second," said the leader. "I'll
be right with you."
Betty felt the man at her back put his hands on her shoulders
and position himself over her. She could feel his hands, and she
didn't know where his cock was. Joey moved suddenly on top of her
and pushed his soft, spongy cockhead against the entrance to her
ass.
"Be careful! Good God! Please be careful!" she pleaded with
heart-rending sincerity.
"Just hold still," said Joey, "and no one will be hurt."
He barely began pushing the brutal length of his prick into
her ass before she felt the chilling sensation of anal penetration
and let out a howl.
Joey backed off and slapped her hard across her ass, leaving
a hand print where he hit. "Now shut up," he warned. "Or you'll
really be hurt."
She relaxed, much against her wishes, and felt the prick
insinuated again at her asshole. Joey leaned down over her and
breathed heavily in her ear as his cock began digging into her
asshole. She felt the muscles tense all over the front of his
body as he lay against her. Willy, below her, was trying to
relax, but he found himself twitching and pumping ever so slightly
with his large, muscular hips.
Betty wished she could forget she was being degraded, but try
as she might the thick cock in her ass wouldn't let her forget.
She wanted to scream for Joey to stop as the silky glans oft his
turgid cockhead began pushing up her ass, but she had lost her
voice.
"Hold on to her!" said Joey with a grunt, "'Cause here I go!"
Betty felt Willy's strong arms encircle her as Joey's cock
spread the sphincter to its fullest and plowed on toward the vital
organs in her ass. The chamber of her ass expanded to make room
for the searing prick as it plunged in.
"Holy shit!" she yelled.
"Calm down!" said Joey, earnestly trying to soothe her.
Betty just panted and lay there with his cock stuck halfway
up her tender ass. Soon she began to adjust to it, but it was by
force of will and nothing else. She could feel the two cocks
stuck in her two holes as they rubbed against each other. She
held her breath, waiting for the extremely crowded feeling to
subside, but it didn't.
As soon as Joey began to move again, fear struck the pit of
her heart. She imagined herself being torn apart from the
pressure of the sliding, thick cocks, and all of the muscles in
her little body tightened.
"Relax, honey," said Willy below her. "We're goin' to fuck
you, and that's for sure, so you might as well relax and like it."
"Well spoken," Joey said.
Willy pushed now while Joey tried to remain motionless, but
he had the same problem that the heavy man had had his cock kept
twitching madly inside of her. Betty could feel the wall between
her anal track and her cunt spread thin by the intruding pressures
of the two blood-engorged pricks.
Willy's cock began moving slowly, plowing a path up the
collapsed channel of her cunt. She could feel the silky glans
spread her membranes as the chunky man stuffed his cock into her.
"Ohhhhh ... Help ..." she said as the pressure and pleasure
built up at the same time.
"We're trying to," Joey said in a hoarse pant. All of the
muscles of his body were tensed and she could feel his ragged
breath in her ear. She wanted to scream.
Willy now had his cock up her cunt as far as Joey had his up
her ass. She sensed the rhythm of their cocks through the fleshy
wall which separated the two members. They both began to draw out
their cocks, pulling their pricks free and drawing all of Betty's
strength out of her at the same time.
"Hold it!" Joey commanded. "We're going to have to get a
rhythm going so that both of us aren't in her at the same time, or
else we'll bust her wide open." Betty was having the same
terrible fantasy and she was glad that Joey realized it really
could happen. "I'm going to pump in," he continued. "Now don't
start until I'm on the way out."
"Okay!" said Willy.
Joey began shoving his prick back up the slick tract of
Betty's rectum while Willy kept only the head of his thick cock
stuck in her cunt.
The pressure diminished, and Betty was quite relieved. The
pulsing cocks even made her feel warm and secure in a very
perverse way. The prick dug up her channel, hotly pushing away
the cotton-soft tissues of her rectum. She sighed deeply and was
able to relax into this degrading display of carnality for the
fist time.
Betty could feel her nipples harden against the soft hair of
Willy's chest. The little nubbins seemed to be pulsing at the
same rate as the cock in her reddened cunt. She suddenly sensed
an emptiness in her pussy and tried to push herself back, to
impale herself on the chubby cock in her juicy cunt. She relaxed
again and Joey kept going up her ass.
Willy could feel when Joey had reached the end and began his
retreat from Betty's tender ass. He started to pump his cock
slowly up her pulsing cunt. Now the two cocks were pistoning in
her like a two-cylinder engine, pumping fuel for the fire of her
passion.
Her head was beginning to swim from the fire in her ass and
cunt. She could feel her sphincter spread wide each time the cock
in her asshole hit the base and hair tickled her rectum. Two
deliciously different sensations were careening through her body
at the same time.
Betty had forgotten about Bud, who was tied up and forced to
watch this awful scene. She was ashamed of herself for beginning
to enjoy the "torture" that the criminals were trying to put her
through, and ashamed for abandoning the trust Bud had in her by
enjoying it. She didn't know what to do to help ease Bud's mind,
but she knew that she couldn't do anything else but feel the
awesome pleasure of what was happening to her asshole and cunt.
"Pick up a little speed," Joey said.
"Ya ... Ya ..." replied Willy, straining between strokes.
Betty could feel her pulse begin to race as their pumping
increased in velocity, digging deeper and deeper into her as they
went. Her cunt began to twitch wildly, pulling and holding
Willy's cock like a powerful vacuum. Her asshole began to wink
like a small fist of pleasure, squeezing Joey's cock to new
fullness and rigidity. The two men lost control of their rhythm
and began pumping wildly and without restraint. Betty felt her
insides about to explode from the pressure. Every time one of
them moved, she felt her clitoris forced maddeningly against the
stiff rod of Willy's tool.
She writhed between the two horny cocks. The mingled
sensations of hurt, degradation and wild passion were overwhelming
in their combined force.
Bucking and heaving, she took Willy's searing cock deeper
into her cunt, her slick, inflamed cuntlips rubbing the prick to
new hardness. Then she fucked back against Joey's impaling cock,
her asshole spasming around him. She found that even with their
weight and strength she could move her cunt.
"Aaannnggghhh!" Betty yelled, only to have her cry choked off
as Willy buried his hot, thick tongue in her open mouth, swabbing
the opening to her throat.
Joey wriggled his hands between her and Willy's chest, to
squeeze savagely at the tenderness of her full breasts. She felt
fire leap into her already swimming head from the delicious
pressure.
"Glluuuggghhh!" Betty cried, unable to speak around the
probing tongue in her lips. She impaled herself first on one cock
and then on the other, seesawing back and forth in a deliciously
sensual manner.
She pushed her asshole up to Joey's cock, and then dropped
her cunt rapidly down on Willy's waiting prick. The two men were
going crazy, but they remained as motionless as they could under
the circumstances.
Betty could feel Willy's cock swelling up in her like a
balloon, stretching the heated tissues of her cunt even more. She
gasped as she felt the two cocks slide together within her,
separated only by the thinness of her vaginal membrane.
She cried out in ecstatic delight as the first scalding burst
of Willy's semen exploded within her tender cunt.
She thrashed wildly against him, rubbing her inflamed
clitoris savagely across his spewing prick. Then, when she felt
the spastic palpitations of Joey's cock pulsing in her asshole,
her own orgasm was triggered with devastating force.
Betty went wild. She thrashed so blindly that
both of the criminals were nearly thrown clear of the bed.
With both cocks fountaining their thick, hot cream into her bowels
and belly, Betty felt her cunt tighten and release in time with
her clenching asshole. Her fists opened and grasped at anything.
Her back arched and stiffened under Joey's continuing thrusts.
The red-hot knot of pleasure expanding from her cunt seemed to
threaten to explode within her, disintegrating her entire, pulsing
frame.
She didn't know how long it lasted, but it seemed like hours
When her body finally relaxed and she opened her eyes, odd patches
of color seemed to form and dissolve before her eyes. She sensed
that her performance had not only awed both men, but also those
watching.
Hesitantly, the two men both pulled their slimy cocks from
her body. For an instant Betty felt that she had been turned
inside out in two directions.
Suddenly the thought of where she was rushed over her, she
felt shame; shame for having enjoyed this in front of Bud.
She looked over at him and saw the sweat pouring down his
face, great beads of emotional pressure. Betty thought it was
from having had to watch the awful spectacle of her degradation,
but then Shorty spoke.
"He came in his damn pants," said the big spade. "He done
came without ever touchin' her." The whole room burst out in
laughter, even the two spent men beside her. Betty felt sorry for
him and was about to go over and console him, but Fingers came up.
"It's my turn, sweetmeat," he said. "I'm going to give you a
trip you'll never forget."
Betty feared for the remainder of her self respect, but she
knew that she could do nothing about it.
Fingers waited for Joey and Willy to get off the bed. "Now
I'm goin' to tie you up and show you why they call me Fingers," he
said.
"What do you mean? Let me go!" she said as he grabbed her
hands and ankles.
"You'll see!"
He picked up the rope and bound her wrists together and then
to the bedpost. Then he tied her ankles, sure that her cunt was
opened for all to see. She shrank, spread-eagled like she was,
from their gaze, painfully aware of what an unobstructed view they
all had of her juicy pussy.
Fingers smiled maliciously and spoke softly. "You're like a
musical instrument, you see. And I'm going to play you."
Betty was intrigued now, more curious than frightened at his
strange words. She pulled tentatively at her bonds, seeing if she
could get free if she had to, but Fingers had tied them much too
well.
He reached over her body slowly and touched her armpit, his
fingertips finding a nerve she hadn't known was there. Before she
realized what was happening, her lithe body snapped taut, her back
arching to fling her slightly rounded belly into the air. She
gasped aloud. With his other hand, he touched her side, one
finger probing deftly inward at her thin waist. Her stretched
body leaped to one side, her tits surging. Betty cried out with a
mixture of pleasure and bewilderment. Fingers laughed in a low,
sympathetic tone and pinched a muscle between her neck and her
shoulder. Her hip rose. Twitching and twisting her torso, she
shuddered, uttering a sigh.
Abruptly, then, his fingers were everywhere. She vaguely
recalled having once thought of this as terrifying, and it wasn't,
it was totally engulfing.
She was learning, and it was an exquisite experience. She
hated herself for liking it, but there was no stopping that. She
lay there waiting for the next wonderful touch.
Betty found she had no control over her body any more. She
had no way of predicting where Fingers would touch her, or how the
touch would make her respond. She was a bundle of very sensitive
nerves after the first three contacts with his delicate fingers,
and every fiber in her supine, tensed body seemed to quiver as
lust-filled pleasure washed over her.
The sounds which came from her throat were foreign to her,
and the protesting groans of the bed merely formed a suitable
background for her animal cries. The faces that hovered over her
seemed to blur and swim together as if they had emanated from a
dream, the bonds on her supple wrists and ankles were her only
contact with reality.
She knew Fingers was fondling her ripe tits, but that
sensation blended with the strange, wild streaks of excitement
from nerves which had never before been stimulated. She lashed
about in a frenzy of delight, her body responding to her mounting
lust. But gradually pleasure hardened to desire, and desire
knotted in her moist, hot, sopping pussy. She became conscious of
the powerful rhythmic undulations of her hips and shoulders and
she knew that her cunt was thrusting as if impaled on a gigantic,
pulsing prick.
"Oh, please!" she heard herself say without one bit of shame
or self-consciousness. "Oh, please! Touch it! Touch my cunt!
Please touch my cunt!"
Fingers shifted his position above her thrashing body.
Between her widespread legs, his hands rested on her white thighs,
and he stretched out with his face above her swollen crotch. She
gazed between her tits at him as he lowered his smiling mouth
behind the screen of her pubic hair down to the delicious morsel
of her heated cunt.
A lascivious warmth engulfed her snatch as he sucked the
dripping flesh into his hot mouth and started to chew. His tongue
probed the tortured folds and his chin pressed into the back of
her slit. She squirmed and moaned, her excitement rocketing to
heights she had never known before.
His fingers roved over her thighs and onto her belly,
continuing to seek out hidden centers of erotic sensitivity while
he began to caress her wet cuntlips with the tips of his agile
fingers.
In a brief moment his tongue moved to where his fingers were
and he darted the tip of it out to massage the fleshy folds the
same way he had done with his fingers. He caught some strands of
her cunt hair in his teeth and tugged at them gently. She flung
her eager hips from side to side, beside herself with passionate
hunger. He drove his tongue to the bottom of her puffy slit, to
the tight rim of her cuntmouth.
"Oh, good God!" she exclaimed breathlessly and with obvious
agitation. All of the training in her police school had not
trained her to be a part of pleasure like this.
Fingers' tongue dragged forward to the base of her inflamed
clit. She shrieked at the sudden, fiery surge of sensation,
smashing her vibrating asscheeks into the mattress, then flinging
her undulating hips upward to hang quivering in mid-air.
"Ahhh! Aghhhh! Love of Jesus. No ... don't!" she cried.
"Damn, damn, DAMN!"
But Fingers' lips closed over her inflamed cunt. He
delicately stripped back the hood and sucked at the pink bunch of
nerves while his tongue teased the throbbing tip. Waves of
excitement pulsed through her savage body with jolting force. Her
image of the scene wavered and receded.
Ecstasy became a tangible sensation, an enveloping, numbing
medium she floated in, all other perceptions blocked out. She
felt a convulsive spasm in her cunt, then another, and she knew
she was entering the shattering orgasm which had been building for
the last fifteen minutes in her pleasure-tortured flesh.
Fingers withdrew his mouth and left her. The spasms subsided
and she hung at the edge of her climax, denied relief.
"Fingers!" she pleaded. "Oh, please, please! Dear God, help
me. Please!"
Fingers untied her ankles, oblivious to the words she was
saying, and refastened them, pulling them back so her feet were
even with her shoulders and spread so widely that she thought her
thighs would split at her cunt. She groaned in agony at the
renewed embarrassment; she knew how grotesque she must appear to
Bud with her cunt gaping so.
Her ass was raised from the mattress so her open-mouthed cunt
faced up, and Fingers settled before it, lowering his face to it
again.
She watched, fascinated and horrified to discover that she
could see everything he was doing to her tender cunt. He extended
his tongue, dipping it into her pink flesh, and she felt it caress
the rim of her exposed cuntmouth.
She jerked her legs and her ass bounced, but she couldn't get
free. He laid his gentle hands on the taut backs of her velvety
thighs and tried to steady her, his tongue darting over her
throbbing tissues. Tiny thrills fired her again and she began to
forget her humiliating position. She realized she'd never thrust
herself up this way for anyone on her own, and she had never had
her legs that widespread before in her life.
Fingers took her clit in his hot mouth again, rolling the
nubbin gently with his teeth, and her excitement soared. He slid
one hand to her soft pussy, dipping his thumb into the mouth of
her cunt and rubbing it in the direction of her asshole. She
writhed in passion while he slowly forced it through the tight
sphincter. Her ass throbbed and a great jolt of heat swelled in
her belly.
Oh, shit! Oh, shit!" she whispered with a hoarse rasp. She
heard Bud groaning from the sidelines and wondered if it was from
an impending orgasm of his own or from fear of seeing her treated
like this. She couldn't see him, and she let his voice fade away
from her as her belly knotted with the intensity of sensations
that shook her. She flailed under Fingers' sucking mouth.
For the second time he backed away from her just as she was
about to come, so that she hovered on the impossible edge of a
shaking orgasm, unable to find release. She knew if her hands had
been free she would have been able to reach down and trigger the
climax, but she was bound very securely.
She sobbed with frustration and tension. Someone fumbled at
her wrists and she looked back to see a smiling Joey untying the
knots that held them. She waited, not knowing whether she was
glad to be untied or not. They left her ankles tied and she
couldn't reach them to loosen them herself. She was irritated.
Fingers came to her head, where he knelt astride her lovely
face. In an instant of horror, she gazed up at his hair-covered
balls, feeling the bristles of long, thick hair brush against her
nose and catching the pungent scent of male excitement. His hands
were on the inner slopes of her extended, white thighs, and he put
his lips once more on her clitoris.
He had undressed while she was in the unsatisfied swoon, and
the balls and cock at her face had surprised her.
The torrent of ecstasy turned into savage desire before she
knew it, and she began to shake her to s the marrow. She reached
up slowly and fingered the heavy balls with its egg-sized
prisoners. She reached past it and captured the shaft of his
elongated cock. His hips surged backward, lowering his hard-on
into her view, and she pulled it down to kiss its purple, shining
globe of a head.
For the third time that day Betty tasted and savored the
metallic, heady flavor as her lips parted to suck at the rounded
tip of the extended virile cock. Shivers of wild excitement tore
at her and she thrust her face up, her lips riding over the broad
bulb and onto the hard, pulsing shaft. She closed them tightly,
her tongue rubbing Fingers' cockhead while she sucked ferociously.
She heard him groan and felt his own tongue scrub at the tip
of her clit. His hands slid over her plump ass, and his fingers
plunged into her slick twat. He pried the rim open, his
fingertips manipulating her tight, squirming flesh until her hips
leaped with intense joy. He withdrew the fingers of one hand and
thrust one deeply into her asshole. His other hand dug at her
cuntmouth, his fingers burying themselves in her while he sucked
at her clitoris feverishly.
She held his prick in both of her small hands, forcing the
head to the back of her mouth and gulping at its smooth bulges.
Her tongue explored the edges of her slit. She rolled her head
restlessly from side to side, watching the shaft that protruded
from her lips. Her gaze encountered a reflection in a mirror.
She groaned inwardly. She'd forgotten that the mirror was there.
Now she could see herself as if she were an onlooker, and for a
time she couldn't tear her gaze away from the somewhat absurd
spectacle in the glass. She knew that this was how she must
appear to Bud, and she felt heart-sick.
Her lower back angled up and her ass swelled under Fingers'
caressing hands. Her thighs were taut, jumping with frenzy. Her
knees were hiding her belly, her feet waving at the ends of the
ropes that bound her.
She could see her tits surging, but her face and the cock she
held in her tight, lovely lips were both hidden by Fingers'
thighs. His body seemed strangely graceful, hung over her like
this, his belly close to her tits and his chest inches away from
her own belly. His mouth enveloped the pink, wet tissues of her
cuntlips. His cheeks worked as he sucked, and his knuckles moved
rapidly, driving his fingers ever deeper in sand out of her now
willing cunt and asshole.
The scene generated a sense of horror that heightened her
excitement to the boiling point. She wrenched her attention from
the mirror and pulled Fingers' cock, using her hands to force it
into her throat while her lips dragged at the inward-sliding
prick. His hips jerked in an erratic manner and his balls
slithered against her face.
Fingers' thighs began to tremble and Betty saw his scrotum
tighten. The dark flesh contracted, pulling its burden of nuts
up, and the base of his cock bulged abruptly. Warmth filled her
eager throat and she swallowed, gulping at the sudden wealth of
thick semen which spurted from his cockhead. The scent of his cum
rose from the back of her throat into the cavity behind her nose
and she turned giddy with delight and fierce lust.
The knot in her belly hardened and pulsed, and she heard a
roar inside her head as if all of her | senses were racing to
explode. The knot dissolved, only to form again at the mouth of
her cunt. Her snatch and her asshole contracted simultaneously,
clamping convulsively on the buried fingers. The contraction
traveled inward along her vaginal canal like a wave followed by
another and another.
She sucked wildly at his cock with each of her own
contractions, draining it of jism and robbing it of its hardness.
Her body shook with violent tremors and she stiffened her legs
until she shook like a madwoman standing on her shoulders, forcing
him to sit up.
His hands slid out of her and cupped at her back, holding her
body in the vertical position while her orgasm spent itself. At
last she sucked a final drop of moisture from the shrinking
cockhead and allowed herself to collapse.
Chapter 6
"Hey, boss," Shorty said. "He ain't actin' at all like you
said he would. He seems to like it." "And so does she," said
Fingers, smiling broadly from ear to ear. "No woman's ever done
that to me before. Oh, God, it was greeeat!"
"Well, goddamnit," said Joey, "we're going to make them feel
degraded if it's the last thing I do."
"It might be," added Willy, "'cause Albert's gone. Did
anyone see where he went?"
"He's just afraid of women," said Joey. "But check outside,
just to see if he's there."
Shorty got up from beside Bud and ambled out the door. For
the first time since this awful scene began Betty took a good look
at Bud. Instead of seeing hate in his eyes the way she had
expected to, she saw a warm, gentle sympathy. His eyes were
trying to tell her something, and she stared at him. Yes! she
said to herself. He saw Albert leave, and he knows that Albert's
going for help. But Betty knew that she was deluding herself by
believing anything so ridiculous. Why would a criminal try to
help the police? She couldn't think of a reason. She sank back
into a dark despair.
Shorty came bounding back into the room. "He ain't out
there, boss," the tall black man said.
"Don't bother with him," Joey said. "He's so frightened of
everything that he would never go to the police."
"We better get ready for the next exchange," Willy said.
"No, we don't!" Joey exclaimed. "First I'm going to see fear
and shame permanently in their eyes."
"But don't you want to get what's due you?" asked Willy.
"I'll get it, don't worry, I'll get it!" the leader said.
"But business before pleasure."
The whole room was looking at him with a bewildered gaze, Bud
and Betty were exchanging questioning looks.
"Maybe a big spade getting head from your girl friend will
change your tune," said Joey, leaning over Bud and sneering in his
face. Bud's expression didn't change a bit as he looked cool and
calm.
Betty watched as Shorty took off his pants, his great hose of
a black cock flopping out of his pants like a limp fish. She
noted the wrinkled black foreskin that looked like smoke curling
around the covered cockhead.
Shorty moved slowly over to her, pulling back the skin with
his forefinger and thumb, making the cock begin to extend. She
watched as the head emerged from its flabby folds, becoming taut
and hard, but no less black.
As the cock kept stretching out, Betty became frightened.
Though it wasn't as big as Albert's, it looked much more fierce
and dangerous---almost deadly. She swallowed hesitantly and
reached down to untie the bonds still at her feet. No one moved
to stop her, knowing that she wasn't going to get away right now.
Betty looked at the black cock approaching her. She knew she
couldn't leave, and she just sat there waiting for something awful
to happen. Shorty bounded up on the bed easily and sat down
across her soft breasts.
"You don't have to sit on her," Joey told Shorty. "She ain't
goin' to run away."
Betty closed her eyes and looked away.
"Now get off her, you big lug. Look how you're squashing her
poor tits."
Shorty looked sort of angry at Joey, but he slipped off,
touching the soft, resilient skin of her abdomen with his large,
flat hand.
"Now just lay down and let her do all of the work," Joey
said, acting like the experienced sex instructor.
Not sure what was happening, Betty opened her eyes and
watched the big spade lay down beside her. He folded his hands
behind his head.
"Now you, sweety," Joey directed her. "You get on your hands
and knees and give him a little head."
Both of the men chuckled; Shorty in his deep bass, and Joey
with a high-pitched, maddening laugh.
Feeling totally degraded, Betty stared at them. There was
nothing she could do. Joey's obvious enjoyment of the situation
caused her to hate him almost more than she did the big spade,
though she didn't let herself show any emotion.
Hauling herself to her knees, her breasts bobbing over
Shorty's thighs, Betty lowered her head Her eyes met the awesome
tool before her and she hesitated. Nothing had ever seemed so
brutal to her in her life, the prick was huge, and the veins stood
out on the sides like drainage tunnels.
She reached forward and wrapped her hand around the expanding
prick, feeling it grow harder and harder in her grasp. Shorty
moaned and pumped his hips up tentatively in her grip. She t
pulled down the smoky foreskin and dipped her head to the silky
glans, scooping out the lubricant that had just formed there.
She backed off and aimed the tool at the opening of her
moist, red lips. She saw his balls jump as she dropped her face
rapidly and took the black silkiness of his glans in her mouth.
She never imagined that police work would entail degradation like
this, and she almost began to believe the chief and his stories of
how women were not cut out for this type of work. But she knew
she could endure.
She sucked, pulling the hardness of his cock to the back of
her tender mouth, feeling the glans flatten out. She slipped her
hand down to his balls and squeezed, knowing that to survive this
degradation she would have to act as brutal as they were.
Oh ... baby, baby, do it to me!"
Betty was doing just that. She felt his balls swell up in
her left hand as her right hand was still encircling the base of
his cock. She squeezed and sucked, feeling the cock expand and
contract to her manipulations.
Her tongue swirling a coating of saliva around the black
cockhead, she closed her lips tight and sucked extra hard on the
glans. Her taste buds were assaulted by the heady flavor of
Shorty's cock. Perversion overtook her and she started going wild
on the tremendous cock.
She slurped the big prick out of her mouth and ran her lips
down the bottom ridge of his cock, sucking on it like a flute
player. Shorty was groaning. His hands reached up and took hold
of her head, holding it still. Betty wrenched her head free and
continued on down the mighty cock.
She felt the dark, curly hairs tickle her nose as she sucked
one of his egg-shaped balls into her mouth. She didn't know how
it would feel to him, but they looked so delicious bobbing there
by his dark asscheeks. She squeezed down on the hard balls with
her lips, tucking her teeth under so she'd not hurt him too much
and flicking her tongue against the tender skin.
"Holy shit!" he cried, throwing his muscular hips up in the
air and almost tossing Betty off him.
Nothing seemed to dissuade her in her lustful quest. She had
only wanted to persevere, but had turned into the aggressor.
Hungrily she sucked the testicle into her mouth, slightly choking
on it, forcing it further back.
Shorty was nothing but a tense mass of muscles now, vibrating
to a rhythm that Betty dictated with her flicking tongue. She had
control, and she loved it.
Without realizing what had happened, Betty felt Shorty's fat
finger dig into the spread of her fluffy cuntlips, across her clit
and on down to the rim of her juicy cuntmouth. The electric jolt
of penetration almost made her lose control, but she stifled the
feeling in her cunt and concentrated on his prick.
Sucking hard, she took both balls into her tiny mouth which
made her cheeks stick out. She sloshed them around in the hot
cavity while stroking his big cock with her right hand.
Shorty's hand was working like a jackhammer in her cunt,
forcing her unwillingly to the brink of another orgasm. She
stroked harder on his meat, trying to force him to his climax
before she reached hers. Shorty suddenly stopped pushing his
finger into her cunt and froze like a huge, black statue. Cum
started spurting out of his cock onto her hair, and she spit out
his balls and moved her mouth to the shaft of his huge cock. She
could feel the pulsing of his prick as the sperm shot out of the
blood-engorged tube of flesh and splashed onto the side of her
face, hot and creamy.
In a moment of deep perversion she slipped her lips over the
spouting mouth and caught the last drops of jism as they exploded
out of him. There was something saltier and thicker than the
other cum she'd had to eat today. She began hating herself for
liking it so. She licked around the member, picking up all of the
stray spunk. She even stuck her tongue out trying to scoop the
semen off her cheek.
She felt the cock becoming soft in her hand, and she slipped
her mouth around it again, sucking the flabby folds of foreskin
in. The flaccid cock continued to get more soft until it was a
wrinkled knob of flesh. She was just about to release the
prisoner from her lips when it began to grow again in her mouth.
"Jesus," Shorty said softly. "No one's ever done 'dat to
me."
Betty couldn't help but be proud of herself for doing this to
Shorty.
He reached over and grabbed Betty by the thigh and pulled her
ass over to him. She was surprised at his strength as he lifted
up her ass and legs and placed them over his face. She looked
back as she moved her head and shoulders over his crotch to a more
comfortable position. She saw his big, thick lips puckered. As
he put his lips up against her vulva, she lowered her head to his
cock.
"No, honey," he said. "I'm doin' you first---then you can do
what you want."
Betty lay down across his crotch, feeling his stiff prick
pointing at her breasts. She squirmed on it, feeling it get
harder and pulsing like crazy against her ribs.
Shorty put his mouth against her twat again, sucking the soft
folds into his mouth as his hand stretched out and grabbed her
full, luscious tit. He burrowed his thick, flat tongue into the
slick, silky cuntmouth.
He said, "I sure like fish a lot." She didn't understand
this, but the rest of the room was convulsed in laughter at
Shorty's joke. Then she remembered that women were supposed to
taste like fish after sex. She took a deep whiff of the still air
and could smell it too.
Shorty again burrowed his tongue into her, sending a
deliciously decadent sensation up her spine. She arched her back
and then dropped her ass hard upon his mouth, forcing the tongue
to go even deeper than it had been before.
She squirmed and moved as the fire in her belly began to grow
from the passion of the scene. She didn't want to come without
making him come too, but she knew that he had just had an orgasm
and he wouldn't be ready, no matter how much she sucked or pulled,
for a couple of minutes at least.
Shorty pressed his nose down on her clit as he dug his fat
tongue into the tenderness of her pussy as she ground her chest
down on his hard prick. She wanted to reach down and take the
cock into her hungry mouth, but the hand he had on her tit was in
her way. He pulled up her legs to spread her cunt wider, and then
dug his tongue in again. She could feel him probing the soft
tissues of her vaginal tract as his tongue darted around inside
like a snake.
He inhaled and pulled her clitoris into one of his broad
nostrils, causing the nubbin to expand and extend noticeably. She
squirmed down on the eating mouth of the Negro, feeling intense
pleasure from his darting, digging tongue.
"Ohhhmmmnn!" she whispered hoarsely. "Eat me! Oh, God, eat
me! Eat me!" she moaned.
Shorty began to twist his head wildly, trying to do the
impossible and lose his head completely in her cunt. Her maw was
open and he had his lips and tongue both shoved beyond the rim of
her cuntmouth. Betty thought that she was going to die from the
pleasure of it. Her preconceived ideas of sex were being
demolished right and left, each time she had sex. Her desire for
it grew each time the sensation of it grew inside her.
Shorty stopped suddenly, just as Betty thought that she was
about to come. He smacked his lips. Betty was about to protest,
when he suddenly put his mouth over her rectum and dug his tongue
into the tight rose of her sphincter.
"OOOHHHGGGNN!" she yelled.
"She likes that," Joey said. Betty looked up at him and saw
that he liked it too. He was standing right over her, beating
off. "Come on, boys," he said to Fingers and Willy. "Let's beat
off on her while he eats her out."
"Sure!" they said in unison as they stripped off their pants.
Betty watched as the three men moved up beside the bed and
stood in a row by her. Suddenly she felt her cum spill out in a
torrent of ecstasy. Shorty moved his tongue from her asshole to
lap up the spewing cum. The men standing around seemed a little
disappointed because they had just started to jerk off, and
weren't ready to come.
Shorty seemed undaunted, though, putting his hungry tongue
back up the slit of her cunt, past the heady rim of her pussy lips
to her gleaming winking asshole.
Again he dug in, forcing open the sphincter without any
regard to Betty's needs or desires. She was so sexually exhausted
that she couldn't complain, and she really didn't want to. She
was so weak that another orgasm washed through her spent body
before she knew it, the cum spilling out of her cunt onto his neck
and chest.
She reached under him, still weak from her orgasm, and
grabbed his huge black meat. She felt the silkiness of his cock
rub across her full tits, touching the tip of one nipple, and
puckering it to a tight knot of pleasure.
She rubbed the hard shaft around her face lovingly, as if it
were a special pet, feeling the hardness of it against the
softness of her young face. She sucked gently at the foreskin
while Shorty continued to dig his sharp tongue into her asshole,
spreading the sphincter.
"Mnnnn!" she moaned, no longer feeling the heat of her
intense orgasm, but in its place a warmness that only told of
pleasure and quiet emotion.
Shorty took her two asscheeks in his hands and spread them
wide, opening her asshole even wider than she had thought
possible. He then stuck his thumb in alongside the tongue,
squirming it into her anal tract.
Betty wanted to scream with pleasure, but she already had her
mouth over the tepid cock and was sucking hard, making it possible
only to moan deeply about the turgid prick. The vibrations from
her mouth sent Shorty into wild thrashings of ecstasy, bucking and
bouncing like a wild man. He finally had to gab her ass again to
hold himself steady as he dug his hard tongue again into her open
cunt, his nose pressing against the perky sphincter of her
asshole.
Betty stopped humming and swallowed deep, surprised that the
silky glans passed through her tight throat-opening. She gagged,
unprepared for the deepness of penetration, only to draw the stiff
cock slightly deeper. She panicked and swallowed some more,
tasting the bitter-sweetness of his lubricant as she started to
gain control of herself.
Breathing through her nose, Betty felt the tight curls of his
black pubic hair tickling her strained lips. The base of his cock
was even thicker than the rest of the shaft, and her mouth would
barely stretch wide enough to accommodate the absurd width of his
giant cock.
She kept on sucking, though, stimulated by her desire to eat
as much of it as she could, and by the heavy-lipped mouth at her
twat. Finally her nose entangled with the foliage at the base of
the timberlike cock.
"Jesus Christ!" Shorty exclaimed. "I ain't never had no one
eat all of my cock before."
She now started sucking, leaving the cock in as far as it
was. She rubbed her tongue along the top, biting down gently with
her teeth on the bottom of the shaft. Shorty moaned, a mass of
tense black muscle.
Betty could hear the slap-slap of the other three beating off
by her, but they sounded distant, like the sound of primitive
drums. Even that spurred her on.
Shorty reached up and wrapped his arms around her lithe body,
pulling her weight onto him. She started to pump with her mouth
now. She felt the glans slip out, and then dropped her head
again, impaling her tender mouth even further onto the awesome
member.
Soon she was coming herself, spewing new spunk all over
Shorty. But he still hadn't reached his orgasm, though Betty
could tell by the way his balls were jumping that it wouldn't be
long. She was becoming weak from her climax. She didn't know if
she could last out until he spouted.
Suddenly she felt the telltale pulsations of his tube of hard
flesh, and the marked change in his breathing---she knew that his
orgasm was overtaking him.
Hot shots of spunk filled her mouth. She squeezed and tried
to swallow as fast as her lovely mouth could.
Just then she felt hot globs land on her back. The three men
beside her were coming all over her. Sperm was covering her back
and flowing down her sides onto Shorty.
She felt warm and strange in her blanket of sperm, but she
didn't seem to mind it as much as she thought she should. She
continued to swallow Shorty's cum until she was too weak.
She collapsed, letting the cum roll out of the side of her
mouth as the thick, black cock grew soft and spongy in her tired
mouth.
Chapter 7
Betty opened her eyes to see the three men
standing by her milking the last few drops of
semen out of their pricks. She rolled off Shorty and smiled at
them.
"Look, boss," Willy said. "She ain't been affected a bit by
our tryin' to degrade her. She loves it."
Joey looked bewildered and angry at the same time, scratching
his head and cussing under his breath.
"We'll show them this time," he said. "We'll make them give
each other rimshots. That's a whole lot worse than getting one
from a stranger that you might not see again."
"But, boss," Willy pleaded. "Ain't we had enough fun? Let's
get on with the change. I want my money."
"You'll get your goddamn, fuckin' money. Just wait until
these two are through."
Joey darted over to Bud and untied and ungagged him. Bud
stood up, looking fighting mad but the sight of Shorty standing
nude and powerful beside him quieted him down a bit.
"Over here," Joey said, taking Bud by the arm and leading him
to the bed where Betty lay stretched out, naked and somewhat
spent. He threw Bud down on the bed and stepped back. "Now I
want you two to stick your tongues in each other's assholes until
you come."
Betty remembered how Shorty had made her come by doing that
and she thought, even though she was tired, that it wouldn't be
much of a task at all. But she conjured up the image in her mind
of sticking her tongue in someone's rectum and she felt sick to
her tender, young stomach and had to cover her mouth for a second.
Bud reached over and hugged her gently, helping to soothe
some of the terror she felt at the hands of these criminals.
"Stop that!" Joey demanded. "Just eat her asshole, don't
play lovey-dovey with her."
Bud carefully turned Betty on to her back and mounted her in
the 69 style, putting his head between her lovely thighs. Betty
looked up and saw his dangling balls. She carefully reached up
and touched the sac. She grasped his balls, moving them gently
about with the forefinger of her right hand.
Bud lowered his face slowly to her crotch, sticking out his
tongue as he went. He brushed his broad tongue across the pubic
hair above her clit, and then pushed his tongue down into the
upper folds of her cunt. Betty lay still beneath him, the only
indication of her rising excitement being that of the increase in
her pulse. She could feel the blood rushing to her head and her
pussy, concentrating in the tight nubbin of her inflamed clitoris.
Bud pulled back the hood of her clit with the tip of his
tongue, careful not to chafe the tender center of pleasure with
the roughness of his tongue. The gleaming, pink spot shown like a
star in the dark-red shadow of her labia and vulva. He dipped his
head and sucked the point into his mouth.
"Eat her asshole!" Joey demanded again, becoming more and
more irate at their loving handling of one another. But Bud just
looked over with a defiant glare and turned back to the tenderness
of lovemaking.
She still had his balls in her small hands, but as the
tension of clitoral contact increased the lust in her body, she
squeezed his balls hard and massaged them with impassioned vigor.
She pulled his cock quickly to her face and swallowed the turgid
head, savoring the heady taste of his lubricant. She had to admit
that his cum tasted sweeter than any she'd had today, even
Albert's.
Bud sucked hard upon her clit as his cock sunk into her
mouth. He swirled it around in his mouth, flicking the tip every
now and then playfully. He was acting like he had never eaten a
woman out before, and Betty wondered if he had or not.
She dipped her head, pushing his glans flat with the tip of
her tongue, feeling the heat from it fill her mouth. She suddenly
felt self-conscious, being watched while she made love. It didn't
matter before because the people hadn't meant anything to her, but
with Bud it was different. Bud didn't seem to mind, being totally
engulfed in what he was doing to her.
She turned her head with her mouth full of cock and looked at
Joey. He knew what she was feeling.
"Look at that, boys!" he said. "She's embarrassed. She
doesn't like us watching."
She was sorry that she had let him see the shame that was in
her eyes. Now he had gotten something that he wanted. She
concentrated, sucking deeply on the turgid tool, trying to get
everything else out of her mind but her and Bud.
"Ohhmmmnnn!" she moaned as Bud flicked her clitoris with the
tip of his hot tongue, helping her to forget the depraved
spectators standing around them.
Betty took his cock deep, rubbing the fleshy tube with the
flat of her tongue, tasting the delicious flavor of his sweet
spunk. Bud concentrated on Betty, twisting his head in an attempt
to get her clit as deep as he could in his mouth. Betty thought
that he must be stretching it out to an absurd length the way he
was working on it---but it felt great.
She pushed her head down, swallowing the cock so that it
passed down into the opening of her tight, young throat. She felt
the glans expand and watched his asshole wink. She choked and
pulled the cock out forcefully with her hand, her eyes watering
from the pressure.
After coughing and clearing her throat, she placed the cock
back in her hot mouth, covering it with thick saliva.
Bud had released her clitoris and moved down the magenta
folds of her labia to the rim of her cuntmouth. Sticking his
tongue out further, he ran it around the fleshy edge and then
stuck it in. Betty could feel her pubic hairs being sucked into
his mouth. Pressing harder, Bud pushed his lips between the
labia, penetrating with his tongue.
Betty pressed down with her mouth. His cockhead expanded out
to a silky smoothness that she could feel with her tongue. She
scrubbed the tip of his pecker, darting her tongue into the tiny
mouth of the cockhead.
The three men around them were making sighing sounds and
watching. Betty couldn't help but notice that they were there.
She wanted to block them out, and tried again to concentrate.
Even though the sex with Bud was good, she couldn't. Hating
herself for not being able to abandon herself to sex the way she
had with the others, she plunged her head down on his prick,
almost hurting herself on the huge cock.
Bud continued to eat her, slurping away at her hairy tunnel
with his darting tongue. Betty felt the heat rise in her cunt,
soaring to the burning point.
Choking again, Betty swallowed his cock, letting the
contractions of her throat pull the member into the tightness of
her throat. She was letting herself go now, abandoning all worry
or shame, thinking only about the pleasure she and Bud were giving
each other.
Bud put is Ems around her thighs and spread them wider,
opening up the juiciness of her velvety twat. He lapped at her
cunt like a dog, broad strokes of his tongue picking up all of the
juices which had formed there. Betty felt depraved; and she liked
it. The feeling of the tongue crossing her twat sent tiny sparks
of electricity shooting throughout her tense body.
His tongue darted again into her snapping cuntmouth, caught
there by the muscles of her twat. Bud moaned, and then began jack
hammering his head down at her pussy, forcing his tongue deeper
and deeper into the secret hole.
Betty began picking up speed until she had gained the same
rhythm that Bud had on her cunt. Then faster and faster they
went.
Betty could feel her orgasm moving down her body to the
opening of her twat, and could tell by the jumping of Bud's balls
that he was about to come also.
Suddenly she was lifted into the air by Shorty's strong arms,
pulling her mouth off of Bud's cock with an audible pop.
"What in the hell are you doing?" she yelled at Shorty,
thrashing and kicking like she was crazy.
"I told you I wanted to see some rim shots," said Joey. "And
that's what I mean."
Shorty set Betty back down on the bed, and she climbed back
on top of Bud, forcing down her feelings of shame and
embarrassment. Bud lifted her by the thighs and put her cunt back
over his face, forcing her legs wide apart. Betty felt the
residue of the incomplete orgasm aching at her crotch. She wanted
release, but she didn't want to be degraded any more, so she
suppressed the desire and put her face down to the base of Bud's
huge balls.
"Now ream each other!" Joey demanded.
Betty licked her tongue down the hairy, wrinkled ridge of
Bud's balls while he drew his tongue up from the rim of her
cuntmouth to her anus. He licked it and then blew on it, and
Betty could feel her sphincter tighten up in response. She felt
her asscheeks convulsing.
Bud didn't seem ready to stop licking her sphincter and
sending tiny electric thrills up her spine, so she wet his asshole
with her puckered lips and blew. Bud froze, vibrating in the wind
of excitement as the cool air passed over his ass.
Betty could see the hairiness of his cheeks, and she put her
pretty, sensuous mouth on the dark, rosy hole. He gained back his
composure quickly, and ran his tongue again down the crack of her
ass. Instead of backing up and blowing, he darted his tongue
toward the clenched sphincter and dug the tip of it in, causing
Betty to moan lasciviously.
She felt her asscheeks clamping around his face, capturing
the tongue in her asshole tightly. His hot breath shot from his
nose, making her relax against her will and causing his tongue to
dig deep into her anus.
She retaliated by sticking her tongue in his ass, prying his
cheeks open with her finger and going as deep as she could before
his sphincter reacted and locked her tongue in. Bud began pumping
his tongue in her asshole quickly, softening and relaxing the
tight muscles. She began doing the same, feeling the softness of
the hair on his ass brushing her cheeks as she went.
Bud began slurping, working like an oil rig pumping into her
ass very rapidly and rhythmically. Betty tried to emulate him,
but found his speed very hard to match.
"Look at them go!" Fingers exclaimed with obvious admiration
for the two fucking figures.
"Ya," said Willy. "I ain't never seen no one that hungry
before in my life!"
Just then Betty felt her orgasm shoot quickly down her spine
and leave her body through the opening in her cunt, spewing hot
cum onto Bud's neck and chest.
She didn't want to collapse now, she wanted to satisfy Bud
like he had satisfied her. She pumped faster and faster, feeling
the weakness of her orgasm make her limbs shake and her head spin.
She wanted to get Bud off.
Suddenly she felt the convulsions of his asshole, slippery
and winking around her darting tongue. Once. Twice. Three times
she dug her tongue so deep that she could feel the cottony tissues
of his anal tract. And Bud was coming. Buckets of spreading
sperm covered Betty's chest and shot between her breasts. She
began to slide off him as she collapsed, slipping her tongue out
of his ass, unable to continue any longer.
Bud had a determined grip on her asscheeks, shoving his hips
up at her as his cock pumped out spunk.
"Pull her over here," Joey said. "Over by the bathroom
door."
Willy and Shorty picked up a spent Betty and carried her to
the doorway.
"Now string her up by that hook," he said.
Bud was trying to get off the bed as best as he could, but he
was weak and unable to fight the way he wanted to. Fingers led
him over to the door also.
"Now we're going to have Fingers and that cop both fuck her
at the same time, that should show them."
Chapter 8
Willy was going to protest, but Betty couldn't tell if it was
because he wanted to fuck her, or because he wanted his money and
not Joey's neurotic games.
Betty almost collapsed again as they were tying her hands
above her head. Shorty pulled, obviously unaware of how strong he
was, for he pulled her clear off the ground so that she was
hanging by her tender wrists.
"Let her down a little," said Joey. "We only want to see
fear in her eyes, we don't want to hurt her."
Shorty let the rope slip through his hands, lowering Betty so
that her tiptoes were touching w the floor, taking some of her
weight off the wrists.
Joey moved up to her and grabbed one of her bobbing breasts,
squeezing it and sneering at her face. Cupping her tit in his
hand, he sucked one of her flat nipples into his mouth. Betty was
so enraged that she pulled herself up on her arms and tried to
kick him in the balls, but the angle was wrong and the rope dug
deeper into her wrists.
"She still has a lot of spunk left in her," Joey said. "And
you wouldn't think it by the way she's been coming all day."
Bud tried to break loose from Fingers and get to Joey, but he
was held too securely.
"You get at her ass, Fingers, and this one will fuck her in
the cunt." Shorty moved over and grabbed Bud as Fingers moved
toward Betty. He put his finger into her anus and pushed quickly,
forcing the muscle to let him in. Betty jumped and then clenched
her asscheeks around his hand as tightly as she could.
"I think she's ready for this one, boss," Fingers said.
"She's real hot and nasty."
Police work was looking more and more as if it wouldn't be
her life's work as she had hoped. And these criminals weren't
doing anything to bolster her confidence in herself.
Fingers moved his naked body next to hers, forcing his prick
in between her legs so that she was riding it like a rail.
Hanging helpless like she was, Betty felt terrified and awful.
She tried clamping her legs hard around Fingers' cock to try to
dissuade him, but it only heightened his excitement.
"Help me!" Betty whimpered, breaking into tears for the first
time since she was kidnapped. Bud still struggled, but Shorty was
much stronger and had no problem restraining him.
The cock between her legs slid back and forth, becoming wet
on her juicy cunt. Fingers' cock found its way into her asshole,
insinuating itself so that the glans entered the tight sphincter.
"Gllaaaggghhh!" Betty whimpered again, feeling the steaming
pressure of anal penetration.
"Hold still, sweetheart," Fingers said. "And you won't get
hurt when I stick this in your ass."
Betty couldn't help herself. She showed signs of starting to
cry. She stifled it, suppressing all shame and indignation, and
she relaxed her anal muscles.
"Careful!" she begged before Fingers started to move again.
Fingers pushed his big shaft at her, spreading the tender
sphincter with the blunt head of his cock. Betty squealed,
hissing out her excitement through her clenched teeth. She moved
her hips back, humping onto the prick as best as she could. But
Fingers held her tits and wrapped one leg around her, making it
impossible for her to move.
"Okay," Joey said. "Get him up here."
Bud dug his heels into the grounds not wanting to participate
in this really sick game. But Shorty still had no problem moving
him, the big spade just picked the cop up by his upper arms and
carried him easily over to where Betty was hanging.
"Let her down, God damn you!" Bud muttered, fuming mad.
"If you don't do what we say," said Joey, "you'll be hanging
up there beside her."
Bud was forced to face Betty and see the tears rolling
thickly down one cheek. He leaned forward and kissed a tear off
her face very gently.
Joey spun him around and slapped his face. "You're not
supposed to be nice to her," he said in a bitter tone. "You're
just supposed to fuck her."
Bud's face was red from where it was hit, but he hadn't
flinched at all. Fingers was looking over at the two with
impatience.
"Hurry the fuck up!" Fingers said. "I'll come without ever
moving my cock if you don't."
Betty was smiling at Bud, glad that he had been so gallant
for her. Shorty stood behind him, waiting for him to put his cock
in Betty's cunt.
Bud grabbed his prick and pumped it a few times with his
fingers, getting it hard and thick for entry. Betty looked down,
straining her shoulders as she tried to get a look at Bud's big
cock. She saw the purple-veined shaft in his hand as he rubbed it
and placed it at the softness of her pussy lips. He pushed in,
but was too high and hit her inflamed clitoris.
"Mmnnnn!" she moaned.
Bud pushed on; his cock followed the crack of her cunt down
to the bottom of her pussy mouth. He knelt, bending his knees so
that his cock pointed straight up at the opening to Betty's juicy
hole.
He groaned, pushing his mighty member into her with one quick
jab.
She could feel the silkiness of his cock sliding up her. Her
pussy had been dry, and Bud had to pull out a couple of times and
push back in before he could move smoothly in Betty's cunt.
Betty felt Fingers start to move again, penetrating further
up her ass. She tightened involuntarily, knowing she shouldn't
because it could only hurt them both.
"Ohhh, GOD!" Fingers yelled. "You're going to bust my cock
wide open!"
"Do it!" Bud encouraged.
"Mmnnngggg!" Betty whimpered, tightening her anus around his
thick meat. Concentrating more than she thought she ever could,
Betty relaxed her clenching sphincter and the tight muscles in her
anal tract.
"Mnnnn!" Fingers sighed, letting his cock slip a little way
out of her asshole. "I sure thought we were both done for there."
Betty realized that one of the problems was being hung up
like this. It made her muscles tighter and stronger simply
because she was trying to support herself so. She knew that she
couldn't let herself tighten up like that again or it might be all
over for her. Strangely, she didn't feel afraid, she just felt
challenged, and she felt like she could meet it.
Bud began pumping into her, and Betty could feel his foreskin
rolling down around his cock and choking her channel off. Then
Fingers started to pump in also, the two deep channels of her body
stuffed with prick. She was filled with passion and a dry,
rattling sound of pleasure escaped from her lips.
Both men started to move at once, keeping perfect time with
each other so that her body was either full of cock, or a vacuum
where she wanted cock to be. She tried moving herself, but found
it next to impossible.
Betty could tell that Bud's cock was the thicker of the two,
but she couldn't tell whose was the longest. She felt a tiny
orgasm shake her like a cold shiver. The two men didn't seem to
notice, for they were still building up speed. Poor Betty felt
isolated, almost left out even though they were fucking her. She
knew that what concerned them was how much better one of them was
than the other. Betty hoped they didn't ask her, because they
were both good.
She felt the big cocks drive up her channels, bloating her
belly out so that she looked almost pregnant. She discovered now
that she could wiggle a little, forcing their cocks deeper into
her. She felt Bud's cock continually hitting her tender cervix
while Fingers' prick was nearing her bowels.
"Help me!" she begged, and the two men stopped, thinking that
they had hurt her. "No! No! Fuck me!" She was becoming
delirious, flopping around like a fish. The two men looked
through her up stretched arms at each other and shrugged their
shoulders.
Slowly, slowly they began pumping again, shoving their cocks
up the slick channels of her tender body. She suddenly felt awake
again, having the cocks sliding in and out of her. She closed her
eyes and concentrated on the feeling of the pricks digging into
the secrets of her body and coming out sopping wet.
She could feel her clitoris pound against the base of Bud's
cock each time he pushed into her. She felt herself being lifted
off her toes each time the heads of their turgid cocks met at the
tight, thin wall separating her asshole from her cunt.
"God, her asshole is tight!" Fingers exclaimed. "My cock is
nearly putty already."
"Her cunt too," Bud said. "And I can feel your cock right
through her cunt each time we drive up into her."
"No shit!" Joey said from the sidelines, panting and looking
completely at home with himself in a situation of such perversity.
Betty's head was spinning. She felt the heat and pressure
building up again inside her. Her head was swimming and her teeth
chattered with each ramming pump of the two fuckers who were
working on her. She felt their cocks begin to grow bigger, and
her cunt and rectum stretched out to accommodate them. She didn't
know how much more she could stand, but she didn't want it to
stop.
Bud twitched around her, biting her ear and wrapping his arms
tightly about her. Fingers did the same, only taking the other
ear and putting his hands over her breasts. His fingers squeezed
her nipples, puckering them to a hardness that she didn't know was
humanly possible. The nubbins stuck through his fingers onto
Bud's chest, welding little spots of excitement where they touched
the tense muscles of his body.
Betty was overflowing with rapture before her climax could
reach her. The two cocks stuffed in her were now deep and still.
She could feel the intensity of their balls jumping up and hitting
the area between her cunt and asshole. Moaning, she wiggled a
little.
Suddenly the pressure snapped in her womb. Bud's cock had
broken through and her orgasm made her instantly weak. Fingers
felt what was happening and pushed his cock up further also.
Both men started to come.
Betty sensed the fiery surge of Fingers' spunk shoot into
her, scalding her asshole and squirting out of the tightly
clamping sphincter like a leak in a high-pressure line.
Bud spouted his cum into her. He kept his arms around her
and pumped sperm into her womb, filling the hot cavity with
precious fluid and excitement. Betty's eyes watered as she looked
at Bud, but she was smiling broadly.
Fingers released his last bit of cum and slid weakly down
Betty's body to the floor. His limp cock curling like a snake in
his lap. Bud held onto Betty, trying to hold her weight off her
wrists as well as trying to maintain his own poor balance.
Betty leaned over and kissed him.
"That didn't work either," said Willy. "Why don't we just
give up, boss. She's learned to like sex too much, and there
ain't no way in hell that we're goin' to make her any different
than she already is."
"Bullshit!" Joey said.
"But, boss, what about our money?"
"Fuck the money!"
"I'd rather fuck the money than fuck her one more time,"
Willy said in a defiant mood.
"Well," Joey said. "We're going to have her fuck the dog."
Chapter 9
Betty's ears perked up from the half slumber she found
herself in after Bud had lifted her off the hook in the doorway.
Fuck a Dog? When will this ever end? The man has no limits to
his perverted imagination.
"No, you don't!" Bud said as he dove toward Joey. Shorty
blocked his dive, catching the rookie cop by a thigh and an arm,
stopping him.
"Tie him up again and then go get the watchdog," Joey said.
"But we need the dog out there to warn us," Willy said.
"You're goin' crazy, boss. Let's just get our money and run."
"No," Joey said. "You don't fool me. You want my money too,
you want it all."
"Bullshit!" Willy said. "I just want my fair portion, but I
want it pretty soon. We might not have as much time as you
think."
"We're goin' to have as much time as I say we have. Fingers
and Shorty are behind me, so if you aren't, we would love to
divide your share of the profits up among us."
"Forget it!" Willy said, looking silly and disgusted after
being talked down like that in front of everyone. He walked over
to a corner while Shorty dragged in a complaining, huge German
shepherd.
Betty looked at the animal with fear in her eyes, real fear,
the kind that only gets worse when you start to think about what's
going to happen to you.
"Ain't he a beautiful animal, lady?" Joey said with a sneer.
"Look at the way he's hung, almost like a horse."
Betty was appalled at what was being said, and she could see
the slick-looking pecker in its hairy sheath begin to extend, half
from fear, and half from seeing her naked body huddling in the
corner. She looked into the dog's eyes and was surprised to see
something resembling human compassion, something she didn't see in
Joey's evil eyes. But instead of soothing any of her fright, this
only heightened it---a dog feeling like a human. She began to
wonder if all the sex today had driven her to the brink of sanity,
for she looked again at the dog and saw nothing but a very dumb
animal.
"Pull him over here!" Joey demanded. "Over by her side."
Betty cowered deeper into her corner as the huge dog ambled
toward her shivering body. He must weigh a hundred pounds, she
thought as the dog approached her.
"Sit, boy!" commanded Shorty as he pulled on the leash.
Betty watched as the panting animal sat on its haunches
before her, his chest and stomach exposed to her frightened view.
The dog's cock began extending out of its hairy covering, looking
sticky like fly-paper and very nasty.
They don't expect me to be fucked by that animal? They can't
mean that. But they obviously did.
"Reach out and touch his cock," Joey said, leaning down with
an awful smirk on his face.
"No!" answered Betty, putting her hands behind her back as if
to protect herself from the thought.
"Oh, yes!" Joey said, reaching behind her and pulling her
hands out. "Stroke him or I'll break your arm."
Bud moaned, but he couldn't do a thing.
"He won't hurt you," continued Joey. "In fact I bet he'll
like it!" He laughed and Fingers and Shorty laughed with him.
Betty reached out for the awesome-looking member. Instead of
biting her as she had supposed, the dog moaned in a deep whine,
letting everyone hear that he liked his genitals touched.
"Now stroke it!" commanded Joey.
Betty felt the stickiness of the distending tool coat her
fingers as she pushed down on the member. The dog cock expanded
in her hand, filling it.
The dog continued to moan as Betty watched two knobs of hard
flesh form above its balls at the base of its cock. She wondered
what they were until she remembered her father tossing hot water
on the dog she had when she was a child. That locks the dogs
together when they mate. Oh, God! That's what'll happen to me.
She released the dog cock and tried to back away, but the dog
walked toward her on its haunches, humping its rump across the
floor. When it got up to her, it wrapped its front legs around an
exposed thigh and began pumping on her foot.
"Nasty thing!" she sputtered, slapping it on the nose. The
big dog bared its teeth to her and she pulled her hand away very
quickly. It looked like some beast out of a class-B horror film.
She reached out again to appease it, stroking the back of its
head in as lovingly a way as she could. This exposed her right
breast and the dog leaned forward and lapped across the pink
nipple with its rough, sandpapery tongue.
"Ohhhggggmmm!" Betty uttered. The feeling was one of intense
pleasure, but she hated herself for showing it.
"You're goin' ta have trouble, boss," Fingers said. "She
likes anything with a cock."
"Wait until he sticks that pecker into her and starts driving
A dog ain't like a human being he doesn't know when to stop."
Joey held his stomach and laughed at the thought, unable to
control himself. "Just wait!" he said again.
Shorty pulled the dog back with the end of the leash, and
even as strong as the big Negro was he really had a hard time of
it.
"Lead her over to the bed," Joey said to Fingers. "We'll let
the two animals fuck there."
Betty hated Joey, hated him more than ever, but she couldn't
do anything about it. She was just hoping that someday he would
be caught and have his goose really cooked.
She was forced to lay down on the edge of the bed with her
legs dangling off obscenely. Her cunt was exposed for everyone to
see, especially the dog.
The huge animal ambled up to her and immediately put its cold
nose in the fishy, soft folds of her labia.
"Shit!" she yelled, trying to pull herself away. But Fingers
had tied her hands to the bedposts again---she couldn't even turn
over.
Lapping again and again with its prickly tongue, the dog was
making Betty's poor cunt raw and supersensitive. She hated to
admit it, but she knew that the dog was forcing her toward orgasm.
Trying as hard as she could to suppress her excitement, she only
succeeded in building up the pressure of the impending climax
inside of her.
She felt dizzy and frayed, heat swelling in her belly as the
dog continued to lick.
"Stop him! Stop him!" she cried, on the edge of both despair
and orgasm.
The dog continued to lick, not heeding even the tone of her
plea for salvation from the plight of bestiality. She was sunk
now, and she knew it. She would never be able to live down the
awesome fact that an animal had forced her to orgasm.
The springs inside of her broke, and thick fluid dropped out
of her sopping, red cunt. She squirmed and twisted, but that only
made her orgasm even more, pouring the precious liquid into the
dog's lapping, hungry tongue.
Bud was tied in his corner, moaning and complaining through
his gag. Bud had been bound very securely, and the twisting he
did only made his bonds dig deeper into his flesh.
Betty looked through her haze at the animal at her crotch.
She was sure that once she had come he would leave her alone, but
the dog didn't know any restraints, and only kept licking on the
spent pussy lips with renewed vigor.
The animal put its paws up on her thighs and started to pull
its face toward hers, licking and slurping on her soft belly as it
went. She was so weak from her orgasm that she didn't even have
the strength to give a verbal protest.
The dog hesitated at her tits, licking the luscious mounds of
flesh all over. Her nipples perked, even in her tired state, and
the dog ran his long tongue the full length across them. She
tried to move her tits out of the way, but the dog thought she was
playing a game, and he swiped at her bobbing nipples as they
passed his huge face.
Betty was tired beyond words, but the dog had obviously only
begun. She tried to cross her knees and discourage the animal.
Suddenly she felt a great heat at her crotch and she knew
that the dog had forced her legs open and had placed his cock at
her pussy. He began pumping wildly, still not in her cunt, his
slick prick sliding up and down her white thigh. She tried to
lift up to see the evil thing that was happening to her, but the
dog put his front paws on either side of her neck, forcing her
back down.
The hot tip of his cock was at her pussy lips, pushing its
way down her slit over the inflamed nubbin of her clitoris. The
hood slipped back from the naked knot of nerves and Betty felt the
prick touch her point of pleasure.
"Ohhhh! Shit!" she screamed, more in excitement than in
disgust.
What am I being reduced to? They're making me nothing but an
animal and I can't do a thing about it.
She tossed and turned, but it only helped slide the cock down
to her cuntmouth. The dog hovered momentarily there, and then
shoved his hips in and out with great rapidity, pushing the head
of the huge, sticky prick further and further into the mouth of
her cunt. She bucked some more, trying to force the dog cock out
of her, but with one final thrust the dog was buried to the two
knots of hard flesh into her cunt.
Betty tossed and turned more violently. But she could feel
the hard, iron like balls of flesh at the base of his cock pushing
hard at her for entry. Still jack hammering his haunches at her,
the dog was wedging his entire cock into her succulent pussy.
She tried to close her legs, putting her heels on the
animal's flanks and squeezing, but he was securely embedded
between her lily-white thighs. The hairiness against her body
tickled every inch of her fighting form, making it more difficult
to resist his advances.
She felt the bulbs of hardened flesh begin to slip into her
cunt, and she started yelling at the top of her lungs. She
imagined that she would have to have hot water thrown on the dog
to get the animal off. Shorty reached over the bed with his big,
black hand and covered her face, muffling her scream.
"Fuck her doggie, fuck her!" Joey encouraged. But the animal
didn't need any encouragement. Its haunches were already moving,
jamming the knots into her cunt.
Betty felt the knots pass it, spreading her cunt like it had
never been spread before, even by Albert. Panting and slobbering
on Betty, the dog stopped pumping for a second and looked around
bewildered, almost surprised that he had done it.
"Stop it, you beast, stop it!" Betty demanded in hoarse
tones. She wasn't talking to the dog, but to Joey. "You're the
sickest human being I've ever met," she said, spitting out her
words with a venomous tone and a sneer.
"I ain't never fucked a dog, lady, so watch out who you're
callin' the kettle black!" Joey was laughing harder than ever.
Betty could see Bud across the room, his face red and his
body vibrating with anger. She sympathized with his helplessness
just as he was sympathizing with hers.
She could feel the dog start to move again. Fire began
surging inside of her, spreading from her bloated, tight cunt to
her belly, from there to her bobbing, jelly like tits.
The hard bone in the animal's chest rested on her breastbone,
almost hurting. It would have hurt if the dog was not supporting
its heavy weight on its front paws as it drove the turgid, seeping
cock into her. She wanted to cry. She grimaced as the stroking
cock began to give her pleasure.
I hate myself! I hate myself! her thoughts kept saying, but
the excitement and pleasure kept mounting. She felt another,
nasty, dirty orgasm drifting down her body, begging for escape.
The frenzy of the animal above her told her that he was going to
have his also.
The rasp of his fur on her skin became more and more exciting
until she forgot her distaste for the scene and abandoned herself
to the pleasure of his cock.
She began humping in time with the dog's short strokes,
pushing up her hips as he was coming down at her. The redness of
her pussy was flaming. She felt the juices in her rosy cunt
flowing down to aid the orgasm which was approaching at runaway
speed.
The cock was swelling up inside her, pulsing with the rapid
heartbeat of the animal. It was difficult to match his demonic,
frantic pace, but soon Betty forgot about her disgust and caught
up with him, the reddened lips of her cunt surging up around the
base and knots of the pounding cock. It was strange feeling the
bristling fur scraping her soft cuntmouth, but she began to think
of the dog as friendly---just an animal getting pleasure---and she
abandoned herself.
A strange hotness welled up within her, something she had
never felt before. She couldn't imagine it being the dog's
orgasm, because his pace hadn't been affected at all. But it was!
The hot spunk began flowing out of her tight cunt, seeping down
her dangling legs. All of the muscles of the animal were tight as
his orgasm spent itself rapidly.
The dog then tried to pull out, the knots and its cock still
swollen inside of an unsatisfied Betty.
She screamed again, the dog's attempted withdrawal nearly
tearing her cunt open. She finally came as the dog struggled to
get free. Betty screamed again, the pain mingling with her
orgasm, becoming indistinguishable from it, and flowing out of her
cunt.
"Hold the dog still!" Joey yelled. "It'll kill her!"
Shorty bounded over the bed and grabbed the dog with his
powerful, black hands, holding his hind legs.
Betty was relieved as she felt the brutal prick begin to go
flaccid inside of her. She sighed deeply and the dog slipped its
meat out of her.
"Have you had enough?" she asked Joey bitterly.
"No!" Joey said.
"What do you mean?" she asked indignantly, pulling as hard as
she could at the ropes.
"I mean you have to blow the dog first."
"Look, boss," Willy said. "It's already past dark. We got
to get our money. I ain't waiting here another minute."
"Tie him up, Shorty," Joey said casually. Willy had
forgotten that Joey held all the cards. Shorty would do anything
for him, even kill if he was asked.
"Okay, boss, you win."
"You're goddamn light I do. Nobody fucks with me, you hear?"
snarled Joey.
"Ya"
"Well, you're setting tied up anyway. Tie him up like I
said, Shorty." Shorty moved over to Willy with the only remaining
piece of rope in the room and bound his hands.
"I been good to you boss, why do this to me?" Willy asked
almost pleading.
"Because you're more damn trouble than you're worth," Joey
hissed, arching his eyebrows, making his face look even darker
than it already was.
Joey turned back to Betty and untied her wrists. He moved
her over to the middle of the bed and then whistled for the dog.
It moved slower than it had before, still recovering from a giant
orgasm.
"Now blow him!" Joey demanded.
"Not on your life!" Betty answered.
It might be your life if you don't do it!" he said, sneering
and looking evil.
"It'll have to be," Betty said. "I've gone through enough
today. If you want any more, it'll have to be as a necrophiliac."
"What's that?" Joey asked, angry that he didn't know.
"That's where they fuck dead people," she said.
"Not a bad idea," he said facetiously. "But we need you for
the exchange, so that game's off for today."
"Then forget it, because I'm not doing any more."
"Tie her hands again and then put the dog's cock on her
face," Joey said to Shorty.
Shorty was just following out his orders when the door burst
open and a dozen or so policemen rushed into the room.
Betty swooned and fainted, the last thing she saw was Albert
coming in before the chief.
* * *
She opened her eyes to see that a blanket had been tossed
over her naked body, and her hands had been untied.
"You did a very nice job," began the chief. "Holding them
here while Albert went to get us. We heard screaming and thought
that they were torturing you. We didn't dare to barge in then,
they might have hurt you. When they took that dog away was our
best luck. We didn't know how to get by him without being
detected."
Betty stared up at the kind, older face. He didn't look half
as mean as when he assigned her to this difficult job---trying to
track down the biggest bank robbers in the state while still a
rookie. Respect was in his eyes, and Betty forgot all else and
knew that what she had done had been worthwhile.
She was still too weak to answer, but held her hand out to
him. Albert was standing beside the chief and took her hand.
Betty looked over at him and saw love in his eyes.
Two policemen walked over to the bed with her clothes. She
gathered the blanket around her as modestly as she could and
headed for the bathroom. She felt funny having clothes on---she
had been naked so long in front of so many men. But it was good
to feel protected, secure in her wrappings.
As she walked out, she saw Bud, the chief, and Albert
talking. They seemed to be arguing about something, with Albert
and the chief seeming to agree.
"What's the matter?" she asked as she walked slowly, still
feeling weak from the day's activities.
"They want to set this sonofabitch free!" Bud said. "He's
the one who planned the whole damn thing; he said so!"
"Ya," said the chief. "He was the one who led us to you,
without even asking for clemency. What do you think, Officer
Brady?"
Betty thought for a minute, not wanting to betray either
Albert or Bud, she was caught in a dilemma. She hesitated.
"Well, what do you think?" repeated the chief.
"I think without Albert we might never have gone free," Betty
said, reluctantly looking at Bud. He seemed less mad than she
thought he would be, but he wasn't smiling.
"We have to take you down to the station," said the chief.
"Forms and that sort of thing have to be filled out. It'll only
take an hour or so, then you and Bud can go home for a deserved
rest."
Betty suddenly realized that Bud had volunteered for the job
of decoy because of the way he felt about her. She was glad that
Albert was going free, but sorry that she had had to disappoint
Bud.
* * *
At the station Betty was forced to remember exactly what
happened to her. She found it difficult to recall each degrading
position she had been made to assume. But events began coming
back to her and, after an hour and a half, she had everything
down. The only thing she didn't tell them was that Albert had
balled her. She didn't know why she did this, her entire police
training had been toward relating the whole truth. But she knew
beyond all else that she didn't want him to get into any trouble.
"You've earned a long rest," said the chief. "So you and Bud
are getting a week off, as well as a big raise."
Betty knew she should feel delighted at what he was saying,
but she was just too damn tired.
On the way back to her apartment she even fell asleep in the
back of the patrol car.
She entered her room and looked around. It had only been
sixteen hours since she had seen it last, but it was different.
She reached the couch, where she collapsed in exhaustion and
slept for sixteen more hours.
* * *
In the sixteenth hour Betty dreamed about everything the gang
had done to her---all their cocks fucking into her cunt at the
same time---and then she dreamed of a strange-looking cock, one
that had a big red knot on the end. It was a dog's cock that she
saw so vividly, a German Shepherd's prick that was as big as a
man's cock.
The big dog was burrowing his nose into her pubic hair in
spite of her tightly clamped thighs. She laughed nervously and
locked her hands under his chin to raise his head. "Nice doggie.
You wanta fuck Betty, don't you?"
In her dream she uncrossed her knees and parted them. The
German Shepherd edged around her leg to thrust his head between
her thighs. The chill of his nose as it touched the inner bulges
of her thighs shocked her.
"Ohhh!" she gasped, and flung her knees apart.
He touched the edges of her cuntlips. A thrill of guilty
pleasure surged over her. She laid one hand on the top of his
head and buried her fingers in the dense fur.
"Oh my God! I didn't know I was that horny!"
His tongue probed between the hair-covered folds of flesh at
the base of her cunt, arousing an agonizingly intense sensation in
her pussy.
"Jesus! Oh, Jesus! I'm terrible, but I like it!"
The dog raised his head momentarily to look into her face,
then dipped it and explored her cuntlips with his tongue. She
watched briefly, then dropped to her back and lay with forearms
raised and fists tightly clenched.
"Ooooh! Ooooh!"
He lapped gently and steadily, the roughness of his tongue
dragging at the hair that grew on the fatness of her cuntlips,
then tentatively dabbing at the moist, hairless inner membranes.
The sensations seemed incredibly pleasurable to her. She strained
to separate her thighs to their greatest possible width.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, doggie!" she whispered hoarsely.
She recognized the feeling of fullness in her cunt; her
tissues were swelling and parting to expose her cuntmouth under
the excitement that was building in her pussy. Her elbows were
tightly clamped to her sides and she felt her thighs trembling
violently. The tonguing could have been rough and greedy, she
reflected. Instead, it was gentle and thorough and deliberate.
As the dog savored tiny portions of her wet cunt, he worked
his way along a narrow strip of flesh from back to front, then
stripped the same narrow band on the other side of her pussy
before starting on a section a fraction of an inch closer to the
center.
But little by little, he was working his way closer to her
slit and the rim of her cuntmouth. And he was stimulating every
nerve ending as he did so. Her belly muscles repeatedly snapped
taut in a savage, involuntary contraction; she yielded to them as
if they were a different kind of orgasm. The flood of sensation
was growing so intense she found her hands opening and closing
spasmodically and she realized that she was lifting first one foot
up, then the other.
"Oh dear!" she whispered. "God help me!" She raised her
legs and drew her knees to her chest. Clutching each thigh behind
the knee, she pulled her knees to the sides of her rib cage and
clamped them there with her arms. Her feet churned the air above
her face while the flesh of her cunt blossomed in front of the
dog.
She knew she was oozing more fluid from her cunt. She could
feel the coolness as it evaporated where Shad had not yet licked
it off. Some of it, she noted confusedly, was even spreading onto
her ass.
But the dog seemed well aware of her condition. He began to
scoop at the crack of her ass with his tongue, lapping with the
full breadth of the warm organ.
She cried out with startled pleasure when he concentrated on
her asshole. "Ahhh! God, it feels so good!"
He probed at the sphincter as if it held special interest for
him, and her hips jerked wildly at the fiery lances of excitement
that shot through her.
"My God! Oh shit! I didn't know that a dog could make me
feel so good!"
She was seized by an insane impulse to spread herself still
further open for the amazing tongue. Her hands slid along her
calves to grasp her ankles and she swung them as far out to the
sides as she could, forming a broad, flat angle with her thighs.
She felt the tip of the dog's tongue wedge itself into the tight
circle of her asshole and she cried out in low intense tones.
"AAAIIIHHHHH!"
The spasms of a small climax tore at her and she managed to
force her feet still closer to the surface of the bed.
"Oh my God! I ... I'm awful! I'm wicked! But, oooh, it
feels so good!"
He withdrew his tongue from her ass and she sagged, trembling
wildly.
"I mustn't! I mustn't let you lick any more! Oh, dear God!"
But she knew she could do nothing to stop the fantastic flow of
sensations. She was alone with the dog, and no one would ever
know the terrible thing she was doing---except for Joey's gang.
The dog resumed his lapping at her cunt, his tongue dabbing
briefly at her cuntmouth and then working forward along the bottom
of her slit to her clitoris.
She jerked convulsively. "N-no!" she cried sharply.
The dog ignored the command. To her astonishment, he seemed
to have closed his lips over the swollen lump of her clit, the tip
of his tongue caressing her sensitive nerve. Wild, fierce
sensations poured through her and she jerked her legs together.
She knew the sensations would become so intense she would
involuntarily block the dog's muzzle if he continued. Desperate
to prevent herself from prematurely ending her savage pleasure,
she pulled her knees against her breasts and hugged the calves of
her legs, her muscles stretching agonizingly.
As the dog sucked and caressed, she rocked back and forth.
"EEYAGHHH! YAIGHHHH!"
She gulped frantically and her body thrashed in the grip of a
powerful orgasm. The dog rested his forepaws on the taut backs of
her thighs to steady her heaving ass, and his muzzle remained
firmly attached to her clitoris. Through the haze of her helpless
spasms, she realized she could tolerate no more of the violent
sensations. But in the instant of her realization, the big dog
released her tortured clit and began again to lap at her cuntlips.
Her orgasm subsided to a level she could endure, and she
grabbed her ankles and assumed the widespread posture she had used
before. The dog's tongue dipped to her cuntmouth and scoured the
gaping rim. She breathed in heavy, panting sobs of delight while
her hips leaped.
And as her second orgasm exploded within her cunt, Betty woke
up. She didn't know if it was her dreamlike ecstasy that had
gotten her up or whether it was her pet basset hound, Shad, who
was so glad to see her that he was joyfully licking her face.
Betty was at first startled, having forgotten that her
favorite pet was taken care of in the day by the manager of the
apartment building and that he had been put back in her apartment
while she had been asleep.
"Hi, Shad," Betty welcomed heartily. "God, how I've missed
you." She grabbed his jowly cheeks and kissed him on the muzzle.
"If only you had known what I've been through."
Then Betty remembered the dream that she had just had---the
big German shepherd's tongue reaming out her cunt. She reached
beneath her nightgown and ran her fingers over her cuntlips---they
were wet and moist.
Shad turned his head, uplifting his nose and sniffing the
air.
Betty knew what Shad was smelling---the odor of her hot cunt.
He had embarrassed her before when she had been roused from her
sleep by Shad's sniffing nose around her crotch.
Betty smiled, and her legs parted. She wondered how far Shad
would go if, this time, she didn't push his head away from her
heated loins.
Shad sniffed at her belly, then his nose nudged away the hem
of her nighty.
She looked at Shad's prick. It was still sheathed. A week
ago she would have forced Shad's head away from her thighs, but
now, as she watched him forage through the forest of her pubic
hair, she knew she wanted Shad to lick her cunt, to give her the
same kind of orgasm that she had dreamed about only minutes
before.
Shad became overeager. The tip of his tongue repeatedly
slipped through the winking opening of Betty's cunt to jolt her
with a teasing fullness, and she mumbled incoherently. She opened
her mouth wide and gazed unblinkingly when the long tongue snaked
into her cunt and started scooping wetness from the inside walls.
"Don't-do-that-don't-do-that-don't-do-that!" she whimpered in
an unbroken stream.
The dog seemed to be licking her internal organs. But the
more deeply he probed, the harder his tongue felt where her
cuntmouth clamped on it. And each time he transferred a tongue
full of the oozing fluid to his mouth and returned for more, the
effect was a weird, delicious kind of fucking.
Betty's orgasm came with a blast of incredible pleasure, her
cunt contracting in slow, powerful waves and her body tensing to
the rhythm.
When Shad extracted his tongue, she pleaded with him. "Don't
stop! Not now, Shad! Oh, God, don't stop now!"
His forepaws still rested on her widespread thighs, their
pressure the only stimulus she could concentrate on while her
orgasm continued.
"Oh, please! Please, Shad, do it some more! Aiiggh!"
She felt one of his paws lift from her thigh, then she was
dimly aware of the fact that he had set it on one side of her
waist. A moment later, he moved his other paw to the other side
of her waist. He clasped them to her in a manner that seemed a
little like a man seizing her waist in his hands. She felt
something dancing over the soft membranes that surrounded her cunt
and began pleading again.
"Please, Shad! Lick! Stick your tongue in!"
The dancing point of his tongue settled in the opening of her
cunt and began to bore inward.
"AHHHHH! GOOOOOD! YYYWEESSSS!"
As her cunt began to stretch to receive the wedging action,
she sensed that Shad was no longer using his tongue. She brought
her gaze down to his head and saw the open mouth and lolling
tongue inches above her breasts. She stared unbelievingly, still
shaking in the grip of her climax and jerking furiously in
response to the delirious pleasure of the entering object.
"SHAD!" she gasped. "SHAD! UNHHH! YOU'RE ... YOU'RE
FUCKING ME!"
There was no mistaking the thickness or hardness of the rigid
dog-cock that was sliding rapidly into her cunt. Nor could she
overcome her body's response to the entering prick. She clutched
her ankles fiercely and forced them further apart while the heavy
cock surged in rapid, hard thrusts. The pointed cockhead plowed
the length of her cunt, and she felt the inner end stretching to
accommodate the cock's entire length.
When she was already becoming alarmed at the fantastic
penetration, she felt a fat, hard bulge pressing at her cuntmouth.
"Oh shit!" she whispered. "What's that!"
Shad thrust brutally at her, driving the enormous knob in as
if it were a blunt wedge, and she felt it pop past the lips of her
cunt.
"Ohhh! Ahhh!" She exhaled with a shudder.
The sheath of Shad's cock bore against her raw cunt, its
stiff bristles stabbing her viciously. The great dog jerked at
her with his forepaws, banging her against the base of his cock as
his rump pounded his cock deeper.
Wild-eyed and terribly frightened, Betty let go of her ankles
and grabbed Shad's ruff. "Dear God, Betty!" she exclaimed to
herself. "You've gone too far! You're really getting fucked now,
and it's nobody's fault but your own." Her voice broke in a jerky
sob.
The long cock jerked back and forth in her, the strange knob
at the base blasting the inside of her cunt with every stroke.
She trembled and clasped her thighs against Shad's flanks.
As if he needed to reorganize after such an incredibly easy
victory, Shad paused for a moment. He clasped her waist firmly
with his forepaws and let his chest rest heavily on her belly. He
stopped at the inward end of a stroke, cock fully buried and
sheath seated tightly on the soft outer tissues of her cunt. The
hot, muscular flesh of his belly rode hard on her mound and
against the tender smoothness of her thighs.
She clutched at his forelegs, conscious of their strength,
and reduced the strain in her legs by wrapping them around his
body and locking her ankles over his back.
The bulging hardness of the great dog's cock maintained an
unyielding, continuous force inside her cunt and the long, rigid
dick continued to produce stretching sensations in the barrel of
her vagina. She felt a tickling at her ass from the stiff hairs
of his balls and scratchy warmth over the entire area of her pussy
and thighs from his thick, soft coat.
The overwhelming feeling that beat at her awareness was that
combination of elements that added up to gross, brute intimacy.
The heat and size of his cock generated a continuously welling
storm of excitement in her, even while he leaned motionless in the
cradle of her legs. She tormented herself deliberately with the
certainty that she was totally helpless in his grasp. His
strength was so much greater than hers that no leverage available
to her would enable her to overcome the grip he had on her waist.
And the cock that impaled her was so deeply embedded and so rigid
that no sideward movement could conceivably dislodge it.
Betty admitted her feelings aloud to Shad. "Oh, you lovable
bastard!" she crooned. "You know where you've got me, don't you!
Look at me, for Christ's sake! Me flat on my back with my legs
wrapped around a big, hairy dog who's got his pecker stuck clear
in to his balls in MY CUNT! And I can't do a Goddamn thing about
it!"
Shad whimpered contentedly and lapped at one of her nipples.
She tightened her grip on his forelegs reflexively and groaned.
"And you know what? Know what, you son of a bitch? I don't
WANT to do a Goddamn thing about it, except enjoy every second of
it! You're going to fuck me, aren't you. You're going to fuck
me, and I'll bet I come three times before you do once! I'm going
to pound my cunt against your belly and come and come and come!
And your cock is going to keep poking until you fill me up with
your jism and I yell for more! I'm a lewd, unspeakable slut,
letting an animal fuck me ... AND I LOVE IT! FUCK ME, SHAD! GO
AHEAD AND FUCK!"
She jerked with her legs driving her cunt onto the base of
the hard cock and grinding bristling hairs into her quivering
membranes. Shad grinned, panting, and began to fuck her. His
haunches bunched and thrust, while her feet bounced on his back
and her knees jerked. Her cunt burned from the savage friction.
Waves of lust swept her, each leaving her gasping and giddy. She
felt as if she were in a delirium of pleasure. She had abandoned
all the subtle shades of emotion she would have shared with a
human male; her entire consciousness was focused on physical
sensation and the delightful defiance of convention.
"FUCK HARD!" she hissed violently. "RAM IT! RAM ME, SHAD!"
Her back perspired heavily, and she felt sweat trickling off
her sides. Her skin stuck to the pad so that she felt herself
sliding back and forth as Shad pumped at her. The long masses of
hair under
Shad's shoulders brushed her nipples as her tits surged, and
she watched strings of his saliva that hung between his tongue and
her chest.
Shad's thrusts were smoothly rhythmic-hard, even spaced jabs
that hurt delightfully as they battered her. With each thrust of
his cock, his forepaws swept her under him violently and abruptly.
At the end of the stroke, they merely relaxed briefly, rather than
returning her to her original position, and she slowly recognized
the fact that less and less of her ass was supported by the bed.
"Shad!" she panted. "You're going to pull me off the bed!"
Her visual image of the results overwhelmed her. "Good God, no!"
she exclaimed.
Reluctantly, she released the grip of her thighs on the hard
body and spread her feet to brace them against the corner posts of
the bed. Pushing as hard as she could and twisting her body from
side to side, she wriggled back onto the bed without interrupting
the mechanical pumping of the big dog's cock. With a sigh of
happy excitement, she clasped her thighs to his sides again and
hooked her heels at his rump.
"Ohhh, fuck, you lovely beast!" she crooned to him. "Just
keep on fucking, love! Hard, hard, hard!" Then, with a wild note
of triumph, "I told you ... so! I ... I'm going to ... COME!
NOW---NOW-NOW!"
Spasmodic contractions tightened her cunt-mouth rhythmically
on the base of his cock and traveled inward along her barrel in a
close-spaced train of waves. She squeezed with her thighs and let
go of his forelegs to clutch at his shoulders. Hugging him
fiercely, she pulled her upper body to him and buried her tits in
his fur. His muzzle rested at the hollow of her throat, the
great, wet tongue lapping erratically while her body jerked
convulsively with pleasure and explosive release.
The intensity of her spasms subsided after the first wild
interval, but as Shad continued to fuck without a change or break
in his rhythm, they kept grabbing her weakly and failed to bring
the muscular relaxation her orgasms normally did. Her sensitivity
seemed to have undergone a remarkable increase, and the friction
in her cuntmouth was a flaming throb that threatened to drive her
into hysteria.
She was instantly aware of the difference in Shad's behavior
when it occurred. His thrusts grew shorter and faster and he
stopped the powerful, involuntary jerks with his forepaws.
Instead of jerking at her, he seemed to be trying to force her
even further onto his cock, tugging and straining without
interruption, until her skin burned and she expected to find it
torn and bleeding. His haunches vibrated fiercely; his cock
buzzed in her cunt. A new level of sensations washed hotly
through her, eclipsing those she had already experienced, and her
orgasm exploded again.
Shad began to groan. His eyes closed and he appeared to
clamp his jaws together, only the tip of his tongue showing. In
the desperate intensity of her tremors, Betty squeezed him with
the full strength of her legs, her thighs molding themselves to
the contours of his hard, lean sides.
She realized suddenly that she was not going to last out his
prolonged climax. Her convulsive contractions had again dwindled
and the orgasmic strength with which she had clasped his body with
her thighs seemed abruptly to fail her. With a frightened
whimper, she felt her muscles relax. Her legs slipped away from
Shad's vibrating haunches and extended loosely, her heels falling
to the floor and her knees straightening.
The dog's weight rested on her pelvis and pressed her ass
firmly against the edge of the bed. The force of his paws pulled
her waist upward, arching the small of her back and crushing her
belly against his chest. Even her fingers lost their grips so
that her arms fell limply at her sides. She turned her face aside
while the powerful brute finished fucking her.
When his fierce vibrations died down, she was aware of the
pooled heat in the core of her belly and waited for his cock to
soften and withdraw. But the enormous knot that filled the throat
of her cunt seemed to lose none of its size or hardness, and when
Shad tugged at it she felt no resulting movement of his cock.
"Oh God!" she whispered shakily. "No, Shad! Oh, no! Are we
stuck together?"
The notion horrified her. Grotesque as the idea of letting a
dog fuck her would have seemed, she had gloried in the strange
sensation when it had become a reality. But she felt a tremendous
surge of desolation at the notion of being subjected to the
indignity of being unwillingly coupled to him when he wanted only
to be free from the clutches of her tightening cuntmouth.
After his first unsuccessful effort to pull his cock loose,
Shad grunted and sagged against her. She struggled to arouse
herself, knowing that his patience would grow shorter as his
strength returned. With desperation born of fear, she raised her
legs and managed to rest the sole of each foot on the bedposts.
She worked herself backward until the firmly coupled cock stopped
her. She whimpered as she braced herself for Shad's eventual
serious tugging.
When he did begin again to pull at her, she cried out and
swung her head from side to side. She had imagined herself beyond
the danger of further sexual excitement; to her chagrin, she
discovered that the awful pressure against the inner side of her
cunt flooded her with deep new waves of pleasure.
"Holy Jesus!" she moaned. "Goddamn you, Shad, you're getting
me all excited again! Unhhh! UNNNHH! I'm going to come again
when you aren't doing anything but trying to get your cock back in
one piece! UNNNNHHH!"
His struggles intensified. Betty's legs trembled and she
felt the beginning of cramps in her strained thighs.
"Ohhh, you son of a bitch!" she whispered. "I can't do it!"
Her tortured legs collapsed, too widespread to cope with the
forces Shad imposed. She felt her butt sliding off the edge of
the bed and groaned resignedly, wrapping her legs around Shad's
body again to save herself from being torn apart by being
suspended on the brutal cock. She had to twist violently when
Shad dropped his forepaws to the floor, pinning her shoulders to
the bed by his chest. She managed to work herself off the bed so
that she hung from him by her tightly clamped legs, her shoulders
and arms resting on the carpeted floor.
The grip of her legs reduced the force of his erratic jerks
but didn't eliminate it. Her excitement continued to grow,
reinforced by the intensity of her sense of the indignity in the
situation. Shad seemed to understand what was happening and to be
concerned over her reaction. He lowered his head repeatedly to
give her face an apologetic licking. But his desire to free his
cock appeared to exercise priority over whatever other sentiments
he might have, and he became increasingly energetic in his
attempts. He dragged Betty, and more than once she had to
struggle to prevent him from planting his paw on her chest to pin
her down while trying to wrench himself loose.
She shivered with terror as she wondered how long it must
take for such an awesome growth to subside when it was continually
irritated by the pressure of a tortured cuntmouth. Her excitement
had risen to violent heights again and she discovered that her
legs were rhythmically jerking her cunt against the base of Shad's
cock. To her shame and simultaneous fierce joy, she knew she was
fucking the exhausted dog.
"How do you like this?" she demanded thickly. "Huh? How do
you like getting fucked when you're all worn out? Shows who's got
more sex, doesn't it!"
Her orgasm came quickly and savagely, the contractions of her
pussy hitting her like a rapid series of hammer blows. Once more,
she could feel the entire length of the brute's cock inside her
belly, the tightening spasms of her cunt lovingly caressed the
entrapped cock. She clenched her fists and rolled her head from
side to side to bite at the sheets. Her tits jumped to the
contractions of her belly muscles and she could see the shadow of
her feet as, ankles locked, they pumped back and forth over Shad's
back.
As her spasms eased, she felt her cuntmouth slipping by
degrees on the monstrous knot. Weak hope began to warm her and
she stared at the big dog's face to see if he realized they were
beginning to come apart. Shad whined gently and worked his
haunches; there seemed to be no doubt that he was aware of the
improving situation.
Once the unlocking had started, it accelerated rapidly. Her
cuntmouth released its grasp on the shrinking knob and permitted
her to slide down the still-firm cock. Her butt landed in the
carpet while she still had more than an inch of the long cock
inside her.
Shad jerked backward and his cockhead popped free of her
aching cunt. She let herself sprawl obscenely, too far depleted
of energy to care what she looked like.
"Shad," she mumbled in a low tone, "you fuck harder than any
human I've ever balled."
Chapter 10
"Hi, Bud, I didn't ..." Then she remembered having invited
him over. She had only just gotten up herself a couple of hours
ago, and her mind wasn't working right. She looked around the
small, dimly lit room and said, "Sorry it's such a mess, but I
just got up. Come on in."
"I didn't mean to disturb you," Bud said truthfully, looking
around the room and then at the flimsy nightgown that Betty had
thrown on for comfort.
"It's all right," she said. "I'll just go and change, be
right back." She whisked into the other room of her tiny
apartment while Bud tried to make himself comfortable on the
cluttered sofa.
He was excited about Betty, even seeing her taut nipples
through the nightgown had given him a partial erection. He
reached down and rubbed it while listening to the drawers and
closet in her bedroom being opened and closed as she dressed.
Betty walked out in a simple dress, looking more feminine
than Bud had ever seen her look. "Would you like to go out to
dinner?" he asked as she walked up to him.
"No," she said. "I've just eaten a TV dinner. Sorry I
forgot you were coming over. My memory still hasn't come back to
me completely, and I'd rather just sit and talk."
That obviously wasn't what Bud had in mind, and he felt very
self-conscious sitting there before her. She sat down beside him.
As she sat beside him, his hand slid easily, unconsciously
over her bare, white knee. She didn't move, frozen with the
anticipation of gentle handling. She had almost forgotten what
sex was supposed to be like, but she was willing to relearn it.
He turned, his hand sliding up her leg, sending chills of
excitement up her thigh. He squeezed and she felt her resilient,
white skin give way to his gentle pressure. Squeezing again,
Bud's hand moved up her white thigh, his fingertips brushing the
tiny hairs which had escaped her lace panties. She sighed and let
her head fall back against the overstuffed sofa.
Bud leaned over her, planting a wet kiss on her sensuous
lips. She accepted it, moaning slightly to show her approval.
Her eyes fluttered in pleasure as the thick, hard snake of Bud's
tongue gently pried her lips and teeth open. She felt the muscle
darting around in her mouth, almost unable to control itself once
it was between her lips.
Softly, Betty sucked on the probing tongue. Bud's hand moved
slowly from where he was feeling the moss-moist cunthair, under
the lace edge of her panties, onto the thick, wet petals of her
pussy.
She sighed. "This is good!" she exclaimed in a whisper.
Cautiously, Bud moved his finger further up the hairy vulva,
feeling the wetness of her labia. Opening up the pussy with one
finger, he felt the sensitive knot of her clit.
"Uhhhmmmnnn!" Betty moaned.
Her right hand went up to his side, sliding around his ribs
to his stomach as his lips met hers again, his tongue darting
against the ivory of her teeth. As she parted them, her hand
slipped down to his belt. She felt the member respond and become
hard.
Bud slid her along the back of the couch, dropping her slowly
to her back. She felt like she was riding on a cloud, needing no
strength of her own to keep her afloat in the sensuous world of
pleasure that Bud was carrying her to.
As he lay down on top of her, his half-extended cock slipped
between her fingers, the loose flesh of the foreskin feeling like
moist putty in her hand.
Squeezing again, Betty felt the head of his prick fill her
hand. Bud began pumping into her hand with the same rhythm that
his tongue was using in digging into her mouth. She moaned around
the plunging muscle and squeezed as the moist meat continued to
drive into her palm.
Suddenly she thought of Albert. His giant cock embedded deep
in her sopping twat. She suppressed the thought.
"Let's get undressed," said Bud.
"Okay!" Betty replied.
She felt his weight leave her body, and his cock leave her
hand as he pushed himself off the sofa. She looked down and saw
how her legs were spread, her dress up over her crotch. She
quickly pulled the dress down as Bud stared at the violent
pinkness of her cunt.
She got up off the sofa herself, turning her back to Bud as
she unzipped her dress. She reached and turned on the radio;
tuning it to the soft music station she sometimes listened to.
Her dress fell to the floor as she stood up. She looked over
her shoulder at Bud. He was already undressed, his huge meat
sticking up along his belly as his heartbeat pulsed within-it,
filling it with blood. She turned back around to face the wall.
Bud moved up behind her and unsnapped her bra.
He reached around in front of her, sliding his hands up her
ribs to where her tits jutted out abruptly. Forcing his fingers
gently under the bottom edge of her bra, he slid his fingers up
over her tits, catching her nipples between his thick fingers and
squeezing.
"Aaammmnnn!" she moaned, involuntarily grinding her hips back
against his bobbing meat.
"Jesus!" A tremor shook Bud. "I'm going to wake up soon, and
this beautiful dream will have vanished."
She thrust herself back against him again, trapping his cock
between her grinding asscheeks. "Let's make it last!"
"Let's dance!" he said. "Take off your panties."
She bent down, pushing his cock even deeper into her soft
crack as she pulled the panties down to her ankles and stepped out
of them. Bud spun her around slowly, savoring every inch of her
body. She looked down at the ground, putting her arms on his
shoulders, but couldn't help but see his cockhead staring up at
her with a drop of lubricant gleaming there.
Bud danced, moving Betty slowly. The room was small, but
large enough for Bud to maneuver her very close to his hairy body.
She felt the hairs from his chest prickle at her very
sensitive nipples, hardening them as she pushed against his chest.
Tightly they held each other, getting their bodies closer and
closer. Betty's tits were now squashed flat against his hard body
as his cock was pressed between them.
Bud gave up all pretense of dancing. Both hands closed on
her round butt, he massaged and kneaded while exciting fires
roared through her.
Betty spread her knees, stood on her tiptoes, and pushed her
wet pussy hard on the swell of Bud's thigh, her lower belly still
grinding on his cock. Her rigid, tender nipples brushed his tense
flesh.
He continued to fondle her ass with one hand while his other
hand slipped to the small of her white back. Bending slowly
forward, Bud arched Betty's back with his body. Her breasts
thrust upward, her moist pussy riding high on his thigh, and her
heels coming off the carpeted floor.
"Ahhhggg!" she groaned. "Ahhh! Bud, oh, Bud!"
He ducked his head, his pursed mouth seeking one of her
tender nipples, and she shuddered with pleasure. He sucked the
quivering flesh into the hot, wet cavern of his mouth and began to
roll the stiff nub with his tongue. Her hips undulated to the
rhythm of the music, grinding her pussy on his juice-smeared leg
and pumping her belly against his hard cock. She had imagined
that she had had enough sex to last her a lifetime, but Bud was
showing her that it wasn't true.
He thrust his hips up to reinforce his contact with her, and
his fingertips strayed along the crack between her asscheeks.
"Oh, Bud!" Betty cried out in a low, hoarse tone of urgency.
She had hoped to show some control, but the pressure of their two
naked bodies undulating in the middle of the small room was too
much for her.
Bud raised his head, leaving her pink nipple wet, puckered
and tense with passion. He drew her erect and seized her ass with
his hands. She felt herself rising from the floor as if on a
cloud of passion as Bud lifted her. Her body was sliding along
his, upward, until his cockhead rested in the crevice of her
heated snatch. This position reminded her of being hung from the
doorway with Bud and Fingers. But it wasn't the same. The tone
now was one of kindness and love, and there was no brutal cock up
her asshole.
She hesitated, then thrust her knees apart. She felt her wet
tissues part to close around the enormous cockhead. The entrance
to her pussy opened, and her vulva guided the cock toward the
juicy hole. There was an instant of ecstasy when the head and the
greasy mouth found each other, and then Bud began to fuck her.
The pressure of the impending entry rocketed. Betty found she had
to fling her knees widely apart, then she instinctively closed her
legs around Bud's hips, her heels resting tightly on the backs of
his thighs. She held herself to him while she impaled herself
slowly on the impossible cock.
"Ahhhh ... Mnnnnnn! UNHHHH!" Her moans grew louder as the
cock slid further up her drooling channel, filling her cunt.
"Oh God, Bud! That's great!"
In a moment, she felt something round and soft beneath her
ass. She panted and glanced down. She was sitting on the
overstuffed arm of the sofa, the height almost perfect for Bud.
She raised her feet, crossing her ankles at the small of his back
and pulling him harder into her gulping cunt. He steadied her ass
and began a rhythmic, hard thrusting, driving his cock again and
again into the taut, moist cunt, his pubis striking her pussy with
audible smacks.
She felt a gathering violence in her belly and a rising
pleasure in her clutching pussy, and she knew that this gentle sex
was going to be hers for a long time to come.
Bud groaned and stopped jabbing his mighty cock. His face
contorted as he gently massaged her buttocks. Sweat poured from
his forehead as he tried not to be brutal. Slowly, he appeared to
regain a measure of control over himself. "Christ!" he exclaimed.
"Oh, Christ, that was pretty close!"
"What's wrong, Bud?" asked Betty. "What's the matter?"
He grunted, and-then smiled at her. "Too fast. I'm going
too fast. I nearly blew my wad in you right then, and I want this
wonderful sex to last."
She sighed and clung to him, sure that he was one of the
kindest people she'd ever met.
He pressed her body down on the arm of the sofa. She fought
him at first, not knowing what he meant to do with her. She
yielded, making herself lie quietly before him, impaled on his
giant cock, her legs still clamped tightly around his lean ass.
She clutched at the edges of the sofa, momentarily overcome
by the fear. But the pressure of Bud's thick cock deep in her
hungry cunt and the sight of his sweaty, gleaming body above her
brought her back to reality. She shivered with lust as she
watched the hungry way he stared at her willing body.
She treasured the gentleness of his large hands as they
caressed her warm belly. They closed over her quivering, weaving
tits. She thrilled to the slow rocking of his hips that kept his
cock rubbing slowly against the walls of her eager vaginal tract.
He smiled, his expression strained, and placed his hands at
her waist. She gasped when he began to stroke her onto his rigid
shaft. The experience delighted her with new sensations, and she
was soon helping by jerking at him with her white legs, timing her
tugs to match the rhythm of his misty pulls.
The hot frenzy of her earlier excitement gave way to a more
intense awareness. She sensed she was on a high plateau of
pleasure that could continue unchanged for a long time.
She smiled at Bud, his features hidden in the shadow of night
that had overtaken them. The room was almost completely dark.
The only light was that from a street-lamp outside her window.
"I like it! I like it this way, Bud!" she exclaimed in a
deep whisper. She closed her eyes. This was like remembering a
happy moment of childhood---warm, gentle and loving.
"There's time to feel it all," said Bud, leaning forward and
kissing her on the cheek.
She giggled. "And 'all' is an awful lot!"
Bud pulled his cock out so that only the mushroom of his
cockhead was still in her. Then he pushed forward, sliding the
shaft deeply into her, the slippery sides of the cock generating
heat and excitement in her twat.
Betty realized the new position exaggerated her breast size.
She shivered with delight at the new expression of savage hunger
in Bud's eyes.
He yanked her onto his cock with a harder stroke. She felt
her excitement start to grow again. She tried to contain her
rising agitation, but her legs betrayed her, tightening
convulsively.
"Ahhgggg!" she grunted explosively. "Jesus, Bud! I ...
can't hold out ... much ... longer! Ohmmm!"
He was sweating profusely, and she realized her own body was
bathed with perspiration. But there was an explosive expression
of vigorous enjoyment in his carved features. His grip on her
thin waist was sure and firm.
Betty knew that she had had so much fucking that she didn't
think she could stop if she wanted to. Her body was hungry for
satisfaction as Bud slowed his strokes. She wanted it to last
forever---a delicious eternity. But Bud's ball's were beginning
to bounce against the winking rosette of her asshole.
He slid his hands under her back and lifted. The only result
was a steep arch in her back. He laughed lightly and worked his
hands toward her shoulders, then lifted again. She caught at his
arms, helping. He stopped lifting when she was at a forty-five-
degree angle. She clung to his upper arms, helping to support her
body, but wondering what was to happen to her now.
He backed away from the sofa, holding her on his cock. Her
weight drove her fully onto his cock, and she squirmed happily.
Gripping her waist, Bud began to fuck into her the full
length of his blood-engorged cock. Her tits bounced and her hair
flew erratically. She gritted her teeth and clamped her thighs on
his hipbones, her excitement mounting in sudden leaps as he walked
about the small room.
Each blow jarred her. The moist channel of her pussy was
hot, irritated and sensitive because of the friction. She twisted
so that her clitoris came down on the base of his cock, flaming
spears of delight stabbing her in rapid succession. The tight
knot in her belly hardened even more, and her body tensed.
"Now, Bud! I'm making it ... NOW!" As if the knot had
exploded in her belly, her cunt contracted violently on the buried
cock. Spasm after spasm wrenched her inner walls, and she shook
with the intensity of her sensations. She scissored her thighs
around his waist and felt him suddenly stiffen. His hips thrust
forward and up, and his shoulders jerked back as he started to
erupt inside of her tender body. A hot pool grew around his
cockhead and triggered a new series of contractions in her
ecstatic pussy. She gasped with deep pleasure and dug her short
fingernails into the meaty muscles of Bud's back.
She flung her head back and moaned, unable to do or think
about anything but her orgasm.
Bud's pulsing jabs slowed gradually and his body relaxed. He
blew out his pent-up breath and walked shakily back to the sofa.
He was still being very careful with her, though it was only
obvious that his orgasm had so weakened him that he could hardly
move.
Betty was surprised to see that what Bud was trying to do was
to not let his limp cock slip out of her cunt. She tightened the
muscles of her pussy, trying to help him. As she fell to the
sofa, she felt his cock begin to slide out of her. Clenching her
muscles as tight as she could, her cunt tightened around the
bulbous head.
He pushed the flaccid tool the rest of the way into her. In
a moment he seemed to be asleep. She put her arms around his
shoulders and hugged him lovingly.
* * *
It seemed like seconds later that she woke up, Bud still on
top of her the way he had been when she closed her eyes.
What time is it?" she asked.
"It's ten o'clock," he said.
"Three hours!" she exclaimed. "I thought I had just lain my
head down for a moment."
"It was that good, huh?"
"Ya," she said with a sleepy smile. She was about to push
him off playfully when she felt his cock began to harden inside of
her.
"Are you game for another go at it?"
Betty was glad that he had asked, not because she didn't want
to, but because it showed that he was considerate of her feelings
and her desires.
"Sure!" she said.
Bud bowed his head to her tit and sucked her right nipple
deep into his mouth. She felt it immediately harden. She pushed
her tit up into his face, his mouth opened and swallowed more of
her breast.
She squirmed her hand between her belly and Bud's. She could
feel the head of his cock in her hand. Her fingertip touched the
tiny mouth of the big cock, and Bud bolted backward, spitting out
her tit.
"I didn't even know that my cock wasn't in you," he gasped.
"I thought that it was so warm and moist it couldn't be between
our bellies. I didn't know what hit me when you stuck your finger
in me."
Betty laughed lightly.
"Fuck me now!" she whispered in his ear as she grabbed his
cock fully in her hand.
She felt him stiffen at her words, but he slipped his arms
under her and embraced her as he reinserted his cock. New vigor
seemed to come over him as he thrust it into her quickly. His
huge meat dug into her cunt, as it plowed toward her womb. She
gasped, and Bud stopped just short of the tender opening.
As he began to stroke, Betty could feel her cervix being
rubbed by the top of his cock. She imagined that she could feel
every bump and vein in his cock as it spread her vaginal walls.
Her cunt flamed with greedy pleasure as she began to match
his strokes. The rhythm of their fucking grew as the fire in
Betty's belly ballooned. She could feel Bud's cock probing for
the sensitive spot, trying to burst it into an orgasmic rush for
her.
Pounding and pounding, he continued to drive his thick cock
into her. Betty felt her cunt clenching around the shaft, pulling
and trying to hold it in. Bud was going too fast, and the spasms
of her belly only opened her up more to his deep penetration.
But drove deep with a mighty thrust and stuck the purple
mushroom of his cockhead into young Betty's womb. "AAAGGGHHH!"
The pleasure-pain feeling burst within her. Her cunt opened and
closed with intense force. Hot streams of greyish cum spurt into
her, scalding her womb and vaginal tract.
She fell back, weak, unable to control the orgasms which
raced through her tender body. Bud collapsed on top of her, his
cock slipping free of her cunt, but still spewing cum all over
both of their weak bodies.
Chapter 11
Bud had stirred shortly after he had fucked her the second
time. He apologized for having to leave, but Betty wanted to
sleep alone that night anyway, so she just kissed him goodbye as
he told her he would be back.
She tried to go about the business of cleaning her apartment.
She went methodically about the rooms, picking up things, dusting
and vacuuming. She found some small joy in being able to submerge
herself in the work, not having to think about herself.
The doorbell rang and Betty jumped. She was afraid it was
Bud coming to ask for her hand. She knew right at that moment
that she couldn't. She wanted her career and her freedom. She
walked slowly to the door, after turning off the vacuum-cleaner,
and opening it.
"Albert!" she exclaimed, her eyes opened wide and her mouth
dropped onto her chin.
"Hi!" he said casually. "May I come in?"
"Sure ... sure!" she said. "Please do."
"I came to see how you were," he said, his dark eyes flashing
the same fire that Betty remembered burning there. "I thought you
might like to know that the ECM Corporation has hired me as a
management consultant. It's the first straight job I've had since
delivering papers as a kid."
"That's wonderful!" she said truthfully. "How did you get
the job?"
"Your police chief set it up for me. He's one of the nicest
people I've ever met."
"I didn't think that when I was first on the force," said
Betty, arching her brows. "But now I see that I was wrong. I
even got a promotion from him."
"You deserve it," said Albert. "What with all you've been
through they should make you a captain."
"That's silly," she said. "But thank you anyway."
"Well I can see you're all right," he said. "So I'd better
be going. I have to start work tomorrow."
"No," she protested. "Stay and have coffee at least." She
saw his cock start rising at his crotch when he understood her
words.
"Sure!" he replied. "I have a little bit of time."
Betty rushed into the kitchen to start the water. On the way
she could feel her cuntlips rubbing slickly together as she
walked. She was slightly embarrassed, but she knew that Albert
couldn't tell.
She came out of the kitchen in a few minutes with the fresh
coffee in her hand. She set it down on the end table and poured
Albert a cup. Her hands were shaking from the excitement of
having Albert here.
She turned around, holding the two coffee cups, but her hands
were still shaking.
"Here," he said. "Let me help you. Wouldn't want you to
spill any on yourself."
"Thank you," she said as he took a cup from her hand.
Silently they sipped their coffee. Betty began to get the
jitters again and had to take her eyes off Albert. But each time
she did she found that her gaze always came back to rest on his
crotch.
It wasn't long before Albert noticed this and involuntarily
began getting a hard-on. Now Betty couldn't take her eyes off his
crotch at all. She was embarrassed and knew that she was being
silly, but still her eyes wouldn't leave his growing bulge.
"Nice weather we're having," Albert said to break the ice,
even though it had been overcast all day.
Betty jumped at his words and smiled. "Ya, I guess so."
Albert set down his coffee and moved his arm over beside her
thigh. His fingers inched onto her leg as he said, "Is something
wrong?"
Betty knew that it was only a ploy, but she was glad that he
had done it. "No ... no. Nothing's wrong." She was shaking
violently now at the pleasure of his touch. Suddenly the coffee
cup toppled, coffee spilling onto her dress.
They both jumped, but that only made matters worse. Now the
coffee was all over both of them.
"Let me help you," Albert said, brushing off her dress with
his hand while he held her shoulder with his other. "You better
get out of that dress."
Suddenly they both saw the absurdity of the scene they were
enacting, and laughed. Betty threw her arms around Albert and
drew him close for a passionate kiss. Her tongue slithered into
his mouth, forcing his lips and teeth apart. Her tongue darted
around inside the hot cavity of his mouth. Her hand slid down his
back until it rested on his hips. She pushed, feeling the heat of
his groin set fire to her passion.
He began pumping his hips against her, grinding the covered
cock into the softness of her belly. She pulled her mouth away
with an audible smack. "Fuck me!" she begged. "Fuck me good!"
Albert's lean body pressed against her as he worked his hands
into position. With one sweep he picked her off her feet, rushing
her into the bedroom with her mouth still stuck to his.
By the look in his eyes she knew that he hadn't been prepared
for this, but she was glad that she wasn't stopping him. She felt
his long fingers kneading her thighs and back as He whisked her to
the bed. Gently he laid her down.
She pulled him down with her onto the double bed, refusing to
let go of his neck and mouth. Her kiss was still burning into him
as her tongue dug around in his mouth. She could feel his hot,
panting breath escaping in gasps from the tight seal of their
lips. Still reluctant to release him, she had to be pried off.
"Let's take off our clothes first, baby," he said once his
mouth was free.
"Sure ... sure!" she exclaimed, still groping for his neck
and mouth with her hungry lips.
Betty was amazed at the rapidity with which she dispensed
with her clothing. Albert was only half undressed by the time she
was naked and back on the bed.
"Don't rush it," said Albert. "We have all night."
Betty knew that they didn't, that Bud was liable to show up
any time now. She was willing to take the chance of fucking
Albert and having Bud come in on them, she wanted the thin man
that much.
Albert began pulling his pants down, the protruding prick
making that normally simple task a difficult one. He cleared the
cockhead from the belt of his pants and the cock snapped up,
slapping against his flat stomach. Betty sighed as the enormous
pecker was bobbing only inches from her mouth. She licked her
lips, not caring how decadent or perverse it appeared. She lunged
for the prick.
Albert stepped back, but not in time. Betty had the prick
securely between her fingers before he had taken a full step back.
She pulled him toward her with the tool, careful not to pull too
hard and hurt him. She gulped at the purple, gleaming cockhead,
but he was still too far away, and she only wet the head with her
tongue.
"Ahhh!" Albert exclaimed. "Watch out there or you'll bite it
off."
Betty refused to let go. She knew Albert felt funny standing
there with his pants half dropped, but she was being consumed by a
passion that knew no logic.
Albert tried to step out of his pants, hobbling on one foot
and then the other, his cock still tethered to Betty's gripping
hands. He was finally able to kick the pants free and move toward
Betty.
"Let me lie down first," he said with a laugh. "I can't even
move with you holding me like that."
Betty seemed to come to her senses as she let go of his prick
and rolled onto her back. The afternoon light was defused through
the curtain in her room. The atmosphere was warm and romantic,
slow and gentle. But her body was surging with intense desire.
Albert walked on his knees across the bed, the huge prick
bobbing at his belly. Betty was on her back looking up at the
approaching member. Albert kept walking until his cock was
positioned right over her smiling lips. She reached up and took
it in her hand. Feeling the ridges and bumps in it, Betty took
her time in bringing the pecker to her lips. She was so
positioned that his balls hung in her eyes while his meat pointed
down over her nose to her hungry lips.
Albert put his hands on his hips and smiled down at her. She
couldn't see him fully because of the cock and balls blocking her
view. She put the mushroom head of his putty-colored cock in her
mouth.
"That's so good!" he exclaimed as Betty sucked the cock into
the churning cavity of her mouth. Her tongue darted along the
underside of the prick, probing the blood-filled tube with her
active muscle. Then the tool slipped over her tongue, the head
pushing along the rough surface toward the opening to her throat.
She suddenly realized that Albert was pumping into her. She
tilted her head back to give him a better angle of entry, his
prick now pressing hard against the constriction of her throat.
He took his hands off his hips and placed them on her
breasts, as much for support as for pleasure. He squeezed his
fingers around the resilient flesh, the nipples perking up between
them. Pushing his hips down again, he found the muscles of her
throat. But Betty choked on the huge tool, gagging almost to the
point of vomiting. Albert pulled back immediately.
"Sorry," he said earnestly. "I'll be more careful."
Betty sucked his cock again, not dissuaded in the least. She
tongued the probing cock as it slid down to the opening of her
throat. Stifling a gag, and breathing through her nose, she was
able to force the spongy glans into her throat.
"Aggg!" groaned Albert, squeezing her tits extra hard.
She felt the fire of passion surge through her, Owing at the
same rate that his cock was expanding in her mouth. She had to
spit the cock out of her throat because it was becoming so large.
She was sorry that she couldn't do him like that now, but she knew
that she would be able to do it for him later.
She satisfied herself by just sucking the top half of the
cock
His balls contracted to a tight, wrinkled bunch of skin above
her eyes. She saw them start to spasm. She spit the prick out
quickly, grabbing it with both hands as it left her lips.
"What in the hell are you doing?" he yelled, grabbing her
tits even tighter than before.
"I don't want you to come," she said, smiling up past his
cock at him. "Let's make it last."
He understood her logic. Albert tightened all of the muscles
in his body in an attempt to suppress his impending orgasm. Betty
turned back over onto her stomach, still gripping his cock, as the
pulsing in his groin ceased. She got up onto her knees and then
released the member, surprised when it spouted a tiny bit of cum.
"Caught it right in the middle, didn't we?"
"Looks like it," he said pantingly.
Betty pushed him onto his back, walking toward him on her
knees the same way he had walked toward her. She rubbed her hand
up the hairiness of his legs, feeling the tight muscles relax to
her touch. She massaged his calves and then moved up to his
knees. She was making all of the muscles in his body relax but
one---his cock still stood straight up in the air like a proud
pole.
She was careful not to touch his groin as she moved from his
thighs to his stomach. But even then the silky cockhead brushed
against her hanging tits.
Betty began swinging her tits back and forth across his cock.
She then grabbed her tits in her hands to stop them, trapping the
huge cock between them. She began slowly masturbating his hard
tool with the succulent flesh of her breasts.
"That's quite a trick," groaned Albert. "We ought to see if
it's marketable."
They both laughed as Betty continued to rub the giant tool.
Fire was surging through her groin again, filling her with desire-
--the desire to have a cock stuffed up her cunt.
She released his cock with her tits and continued to crawl up
his body. When her cunt reached his cock, she realized that she
would actually have to stand up a little to position her pussy
mouth over the gigantic tool.
She shifted her weight from one foot onto the other, until
she was standing in a crouch. She reached around behind her ass
and grabbed the cock, still slick and wet from her saliva. She
rubbed it around in her juicy twat and then positioned it at the
mouth of her cunt.
Squatting slowly, Betty was able to insert the head without
much trouble. But her cuntlips were spread wide and taut. She
wiggled around, trying to loosen herself up for final penetration,
but she was as wide as she would go. She could feel the pulsing
of his pecker inside her, telegraphing desire to the center of her
body. She was almost afraid to drop her impaling weight onto the
mighty cock, but remembered that it had been done before.
Dropping slowly, Betty could feel the awesome cock plowing
into her tender body. She continued to lower herself until she
felt completely stuffed with cock. She looked down to check, only
to discover that she was little more than halfway onto the prick.
Slowly she began to lower again. She was surprised that the
further she went after the halfway mark, the easier it became to
go further still. She almost dropped the rest of the way,
impaling the cock clear into her womb.
"Ahhhggg!" she groaned as an orgasm rocked her to the very
marrow of her bones. She went limp. The orgasm was clenching and
unclenching her cunt muscles, pulling her further onto the cock.
She didn't know when she would stop sinking, but she knew that if
she didn't, she would be hurt seriously.
Suddenly the muff of his pubic hair tickled her twat, then
pressed against it. She was safe, and she relaxed.
Spasms still rocked her cunt, squeezing the impaled cock to a
pulp. As her contractions receded, she felt his begin.
Huge globs of scalding cum shot into her tender womb,
triggering another climax within her. His hot cum continued to
spout until Betty couldn't imagine him being able to come anymore.
But it continued. The hot fluid seeped down between his legs.
Finally his spasms stopped, and his cock began to grow limp
inside of her. She felt the flaccid member retract from her womb,
almost pulling violently the remaining strength she had from her
body. She collapsed in a lump on top of him as he folded his arms
around her.
* * *
"It's the doorbell," Albert whispered as he shook Betty
gently, trying to bring her out of her sleep.
"What ... What is it?" she asked, lifting up her head to
look into his eyes.
"There's someone at the door."
"Really!" she exclaimed. Just then the doorbell rang again.
"Why don't we just let it ring. They'll go away in a minute."
Betty thought she knew who it was, but didn't want to let on.
"There it is again," said Albert. "Just go and tell whoever
it is to leave us alone. Go on now."
She threw caution to the wind and got up. Throwing on her
robe, she headed for the door.
The bell was still ringing as she opened the door. "Hi,
Betty!" he said. "I thought that something was wrong because you
didn't answer and you said you'd be here."
"No," she said, trying to fake a yawn. "I was just asleep.
Sorry I didn't hear the bell sooner." She hadn't moved from
standing in the doorway, thinking that if she could stand there
long enough Bud would go away. Then she felt it---cum began
running out of her cunt down her legs. She crossed her legs
trying to hide it, but that only brought attention to it.
"What's the matter, Betty?" asked Bud, looking down at her
legs and then into the room. "Is something wrong?"
"No," she said, just a bit too emphatically.
"Then may I come in?"
"Sure, why not?" Betty knew that it was through now.
"Who is it?" called Albert from the other room.
Bud leaned down to Betty and whispered hoarsely, "Is that
pervert in there?"
"Yes."
"I'm going to kill him!" Bud exclaimed, turning for the
bedroom door. Betty caught the sleeve of his jacket and held him,
digging her feet into the carpet. She looked past the enraged Bud
and saw Albert standing beautifully naked, his cock hanging
halfway down his thigh, in the doorway to the bedroom.
"Stop!" Betty commanded. "I'm my own woman. I wanted him
here."
"What do you mean?" asked Bud, spinning around to face her.
"I mean that I want him here."
"Are you choosing him over me?" asked Bud.
"I don't want to choose anybody over anybody," she said. "I
just want to be able to do what I please."
"You'll just have to do it without me," Bud said.
"Why?" asked Betty. "We could work something out. You have
something that Albert doesn't have that I need very much, and he
has something that you don't. One of you isn't better than the
other, you're just different."
"But Betty, it's just sort of sick." Bud's fire had been
extinguished. Betty knew that it was only a matter of time before
she brought him over to her way of thinking.
She was surprised at herself. She had never even wanted to
fuck before, and now she didn't want to give up either of the men
she had acquired.
"What do we do then?" asked Bud.
"You can both fuck me," Betty said gleefully. "At the same
time, or separately, whichever you choose."
"Sounds like fun to me," Albert said from the doorway. "Why
don't we try it right now."
"Come on, Bud," said Betty, taking his arm. "At least try it
before you condemn us."
"Okay," he said reluctantly, following Betty into the room.!
Betty knew she had what she wanted now. It was more than she
could have ever wished for. The fact became stronger as the two
began fucking her, both of them enjoying it more than either of
them thought possible.
The End
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